I had to upload this to show how can identify number even when they are not in order..
How many people are out here living a lie? Pretending to be happy when they are clearly unhappy? How many people people are in relationships that they are miserable in? How many people are married just to say they are married? How many people are scared to be alone so they jump from relationship to relationship? Can you really not bare the thought of being alone? Being comfortable with yourself, loving yourself?
You’re okay with being complacent in your choices knowing you are truly unhappy and miserable?
So I woke up this morning and I had the most random-ish dreams I had ever had. So I was in my old neighborhood standing on the corner looking at this store that was opened once I was an adult. It started out as a pizza shop, and ended up being a food store and I was in the mood for some chicken and fish. As I stood looking at this shop, this little girl who seemed to be about 6 or 7 was eating some food from there and immediately threw up. As people came to her rescue someone said the cook the food with crack in it. I thought it was random and couldn’t be true. Or maybe I didn’t even care. I approached the story with a person and didn’t realize who this person was until we got into the store. It was then that I realized it was my sister Jazz with me. Oddly, enough she had a cane that would then make me aware that she is blind in this dream.
I then woke up, wondering what the hell kind of dream was that? I would look it up but where would I even start?
Wrote this back in 2003..
Am I supposed to care if your feelings are hurt?
I mean why should I care I don’t even like you,
And you damn sure don’t like me so let’s be real,
It’s kind of fucked up that the people who I love the most join in with you,
Joking and laughing as if I can’t even hear y’all,
Don’t even try to put up a front and act as if I can’t tell what’s real,
Respect is only given to those who earn it,
So don’t expect that shit from me,
To understand where I’m coming from you have to first understand me,
But am I supposed to care if you don’t like me?
Cuz I damn sure don’t give two shits about what you like or don’t like,
I told you to be real,
Acting as if it’s only one sided because it damn sure isn’t,
BUT REALLY AM I SUPPOSED TO CARE?