Random, State of mind (unfinished)
I don't Care. Who cares.
Caring is causing wear and tear on my mental.
Maybe I'm doing it wrong
strong arming
those around me into submission
my only mission was to be
I just wanna be successful
Does my success
call it blessed
come with white dress
and i dos
or will i do
more than my idols
and change
my opinions of wrong
in the world
I'm just a mother
I'm just
another black woman
pitter pattering along
in big brother's world.
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