Yeah..titles are stupid..so I get little..

I can..
Admit I was wrong
Before in life
That I am a sinner
Just like everyone else
But I can forgive
What about other folks?
They get little
And dip out..

I Repent..
I don't believe, to one Man
But to my Creator
Who created us
Not in vain..

I believe that "it" forgives me
So I could care less..
ABOUT ANYONE ELSE!!
I can admit to being normal
To having suicidal thoughts
Before in life..
To not being right
But I wasn't wrong
For asking for help
Now I've got it under control
Can't nobody tell me shit
So don't even think..
To part your lips..
Until you got a plan
To your great escape..
From this life
That reeks
Of bull shit

Love makes people
Homicidal
Because of the feelings
Tied within
If it doesn't work out
The person who is in love
The most...
Well, their head spins..
And if they aren't weak hearted
Well then they except it..
Just like nappy hair
That somehow got parted..

For example:
Look at OJ and Nicole
He killed her
CUZ SHE MOVED ON
He couldn't take it
And look what happened..
In a life that is
In NO WAY right
He stabbed her an Ron Goldman
One summer night
When I was in
About the 5th grade
I was with my mom's best friend
Michelle..in Kzoo..watching the news
She told me then..
A scorned man..
Will most definitely
Try to deal you a hand
That is in no way..kind
She told me to always be
One step ahead..

I have been UNHAPPY
To the point..
Where I thought
I wouldn't return
I didn't have ANYTHING for myself
But her..
So my soul burned
In turmoil

Then I gathered
All of the pieces of me
No longer discombobulated
I've got it together..
I am cold..
Better grab a sweater..

Prayed to my creator..
No longer..
Can I be a hater..
I will get little

Before
I
Let
That
Happen


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I'm a hustler right.

I braid hair..

Learned from a chick that I went to HS with..

Anyway..So this lil chick @ the school I teach at..well her hair is always looking a hot mess.

Her mom works for the CDC..and is always gone..

My poor baby is raising herself..

She is attached to me now..

I mean she will cry and pitch a fit if she isn't with me..@ school..

I have to admit..she has a chunk of my heart..

So I've braided her hair once *one other teacher used to do it* before she quit..

So...I needed to take the braids I did down..

She cried..and stomped her feet.while I was trying to watch Hannah Montana...

Her mom was telling her she was going to get a consequence if she didn't straighten up..

To make a long story short..

I took all of the braids out.. which took 3 plus hours.. the texture of the hair does matter..

And left.. to go pick up my baby girl..


Her mom is going to wash it..and hopefully tomorrow..while my nappers are sleeping..I can do it...

With out any problem I hope..

Anyway..

I'm sleepy..extremely..since last night..or yesterday I went to bed @ almost 7 am..

So I'll holla..