Lost and alone i shall no longer be, thats not who i am. Opinions matter but wouldnt influence me I am who i am in all honesty. That boy aint this man, im in charge of me. Been broken and battered emotionally, used, abused refused but thats my history. Say what you want that was my story, ive moved beyond hurts, Love now consumes me. The lessons im learning such ephipany, I am light in a dark room for all to see. Walking tall, shoulders squared, lifes journey. Original as always no photocopy Past labels, sharp words weakened mentally Emotional wars villified scarss worn physically. loved, hated, celebrated but some will never see That Boy aint this man, im in charge of me My past is my past and thats all it can be The future is bright even if you cant see My world aint yours, they shall quote me Lips, pens, books will tell The story That boy ain,t this man, im in charge of me! (Mondale Smith)
Posted on: Wed, 11 Jun 2014 12:36:05 +0000
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