Our Words
Sometimes being quiet is the best way to learn.
Like its always been said open your ears close your mouth, open your eyes and see what others cant.
Living in a city where violence is used, it always starts from the mouth.
They dont realize your words can be soft as a Magolia flower then turn into bulets found in someones childs chest that lives in the Magolia.
We need to learn to big our battles, or our battles with find us.
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