What I say to you is true, "It's up to you." Why do I say it like that? I am a woman with dignity and respect. I've climbed high on mountains and made it to the top, came back down with bruised knees layered with scrapes and abrasions but trust me with what you're facing- You have to hold strong. Listen, nobody is going to tell you how to take your spoon and eat it, nobody is going to give you Kleenex, nobody is going to follow you home and make you meals. "It's up to you, is what I'm saying." This is not a warning but a signal to alert you in case I find you in some sanctuary where your soul has brought you in a catastrophe and let me remind you, "it's up to you." I've known you child, since you were small and you dwell in a big body with a small heart like a young boy crying for caretakers but let me tell you the streets are not your windbreaker. I am telling you this as a sister. To you, I am a woman that can't give you what you need physically, but best believe if you hold strong and don't retreat I will constantly just say, "it's up to you." Death, prison, restless, depressed, or sick. You choose, you pick. Fighting, jail, violence if you don't select what I would approve, it's fine God's watching. So with blood stained concrete sidewalks outside your home and your family not giving a hell what you're doing from dawn till dusk, still child you make a choice nobody else. How you WILL survive    this storm.