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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