I'm tired. But I would guess...who isn't? But I have to confess somethin to you My Dear Sweet Sistas and Brothas, I have always known: this world was wrong for me for some reason.
Been depressed most of my born days. Something has always been wrong to my synaptic nerve endings. And I would surmise those synapses have never properly fired. Never fused or whatever the fuck they call it. I hated this world since I can remember. Then I had a child and it changed my bleak outlook, because when one, like I, creates...one shall be patient and understanding, for future's sake; less, all is lost.
Notwithstanding, I have always felt like and still feel like as if I am an alien in this tirelessly senseless firmament. But then I pray the only prayer. And somehow I haven't blown my sorry Black ass brains out, and it is blessedly a new day...
And that is My Dear Sweet Sistas and Brothas...A Beautiful Thing! Oh yes it is!...
(Peace! More to come...)
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