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The reason I survived


To my life saver your so sweet your not good for me but you help me dstay alive when my sugar was low you gave me what i needed to arise life saver your hard sweet and a pinch of sour. I can suck on you for a long time yet you never get tired and no this is not a dirty joke so get your mind out the gutter me and my life saver we are just close and always their for each other through thick and thin i can aqlways know were my boost of energy began not in starbucks coffee or energy drinks but in the nice little treat of my life saver. she save me lord save her from hte politicians that tried to engrave lies in her keep her on bedrest and telling her just sleep while im eating her i forgot that she was weak but still she is always their to give me the help that I need. she wants help me to belive in what i could not see so now i have to return that favor and help out my life saver take out the ingreddiants thats killing her being so that when she feeds me my body won't be uneven but little did you know that me and lifesaver are coneected to the creator and because of that we cannot stop beuing believers over achievers musicly inclined singers thank you for loving on me life saver.

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eaglesore1

I am 23 and im going to live my dream i refuse allow racism or poverty stop go ahead gossip about me about how im being struck by lighning and how i was bit by a pitbull walking one day on my way to school white man don't want me to get my education tell me no everytime i ask a question about why they don't like the color of my skin turning my own people against me dis me few years later you see me on the greatness latter and now you wnat to kiss me pretend to wipe my tears away but by the time you got to me i had no more tears left to shed and i was beaten by the ones close by they call you their family yet they are the main ones that are the ghost of gravity trying to weigh me down with their gravity. i am no longer abused I have made the choice step up my game and change the rules who cares if i have a cricket eye or i drool because in my fathers eyes I'm famous in my fathers eyes I'mm cool and i will walk the nations and take back what no one else could like Harriet Tubman or martin Luther king i am not afraid to lead. I would be a fool to step down off my post. as my black leader would always say we shall overcome some day.

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