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Always asked good questions
but now I ask myself a great question
that arises in my mind
“Am I Satisfied?”
All my life
I found myself
staring at the sky,
Been told I always been hard on myself.
Well I always think about my wealth.
Only if you knew the struggle I felt.
Parents were divorced at eight.
As a teen, I had pimples across my face.
I got rejected by most colleges
because of my high school grades.
It wasn’t until I was 23 when I had my first date.
25 was when I felt my heart snapped like a pencil
and tears were running down my face.
Imagine living thru your mid twenties
and constantly up all night
because pregnancies scares affected your life.
How can I be a father explaining to my parents that I don’t have a wife?
At 26 I got fed up with women.
I was paying for sex every minute.
I only wanted fast women
and at this time I learned to use protection.
At Friday night buying condoms at 7-11
so strippers can put Trojans over my erection.
Also at 26, was talking to chick,
who had a friendship
with my dad’s chick.
So another words, I met a girl through a mutual
We was not in a relationship.
It was more of situationship
or a friends with benefits kind of situation
however you wanna call it.
But anyway be careful who you share your secrets with
because the gossip that was going on behind
I was oblivious to it.
Life full of fucking hypocrites
so sometimes I have a hard time forgiving.
Forgiving to me is hard
like a teenage virgin trying to figure out
why he can’t get an erection.
But anyway this chick I was dealing with
was telling my business to her friend
and I stated earlier
this friend was in a situationship with my father.
Eventually I got a call from my sister
and she told me
“David, be careful what you say to that girl because dad thinks your talking about him”
Well I’m going to stop and I will continue this story on a future blog of mine’s.
Sometimes life shine, sometimes life is blind.
I imagine myself covering my eyes because the life is too bright
so I rather stay stuck in the cave
to play it safe.
Sometimes misery so addictive
u get comfortable
instead of trying to fix it.
So now for you bloggers that are reading this,
Do you think I am satisfied with my life?