Inspiration
Inspiration, that imperial feeling toward yourself, to express yourself, while addressing yourself with the things you do to the people who see only to judge, judge, judge you for your rights or wrongs while you question, do i belong? But i know i belong, not to the word but to myself.
Inspiration, that thing you get from friends, family, mommy and daddy, well in my case i get none of that. Deadbeat dad who cant care for the 4 children he made with those 3 women he implanted with that 1 fraternal seed, a heart broken mother who can hold her old child no matter how hard she pleads.
Although, whos to say im not inspired, whos to say i dont inspire, because what i plan to be is that needed inspration for me.
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