II.
First time I ever heard the word wataa was in Canarsie, Brooklyn. The other time I got scattered.
It came with a lot of numbing explosive generational pain suppressed with greed. It was insane.
Truly. Insane.
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II.
First time I ever heard the word wataa was in Canarsie, Brooklyn. The other time I got scattered.
It came with a lot of numbing explosive generational pain suppressed with greed. It was insane.
Truly. Insane.
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I.
If I said I lost my mind, that would be an understatement. My mind wasn’t just lost, but fractured, scattered, and glowing bright.
The moment I knew things had gotten out of hand was when I jumped from a second story balcony. I thought I was Angelina Jolie or something.
I jumped at least 11’ onto the almost cement into a bush. I have no idea why I would do something like that and I may never know.
Other than, I was blacked out drunk. Again.
And again. Another piece of my mind fractured, scattered, and glowing bright.
I used to think it was a sin to get drunk. Now I know it’s a sin to enjoy it.
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If I said I missed you
That would be a lie
I tried to miss you, really tried
How many times
Will you pass by
Your own blood
Sending acceptance and love
Like are you blind
I gave you my heart
Without condition
I gave you my gene
And you drenched me in kerosene
Set me on fire
Left me hurtin
Pushing me to aspire
I was heartless
And flaming fire
I know silence and now forgiveness
But still
If I said I missed you
That would be a lie
But I’ll try
I’ll really try
Not to tell lies