Joy

we are brought into this life and are expected to prosper. we are brought into this life to be a lawyer or a doctor. we desire love in order to fulfill a destiny but was that destiny really meant to be? so many different souls mixed so many unborn souls on the waiting list. my mother once told me to look into the pink and blue sky’s during the day, and think how lucky were the people who didn’t have to pay, pay to live pay to be happy pay to eat... pay to sleep. my life has a price, one day my dad gave me a bit of advice.  he said to me sara look at the navy night sky and cry. cry for me and cry for you cry for homeless and cry for the abused. for we live in a place where people pray to the lord for their lives to be taken away. I wish to cross the seas and never return to a world where i’m judged not by the content of my character but by the color of my caricature. perhaps one day I’ll return to glory and prosperity of all. but for now i’ll climb on my little row boat and float.. to joy. 

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