They should stop teaching people hope and all these other words and teach them the power of SELF.

“Let victory be mine. Let not the anguish of my drudgery; my heart beating within my chest, be what moves me. Let me be a man and aware that I am he. Let me drag that which is rightfully mine through the undercurrents lest the carnivores acquire it and if it be so, let me hold my head high and know that I am he which conquered a great thing with my bare hands.”  (please use with permission…all me Thaika Joseph)

I hate getting upset. I hate allowing anything or anyone to push me to anger. I think in the wake of it all was that me? Could I have really been that hurt, that anxious that disturbed? I am not a loose canon. I pride myself on being able to control every thought even to the minute detail, but sometimes MFs push and they push and they push. When you start to push back, they are shocked and appalled that you had a voice to raise an octave just as their very own. I have no problem being the bearer of bad news to such as think they may be better than I, but I do have a problem when I abase myself and argue with someone not even half as intelligent as they think they are. Verily, after the words were flung like a monkey throws sh*t, my concious mind awakens from a stupor induced by rage, I can’t help but laugh and shrug, I then realize that the air is riddled with sin.  

Truly appreciative of those who are understanding as well as those who are forgiving. If you listen to me, I will make sure to listen to you. Rub me down when I’m sore and I will oblige you. Let’s create magical happy moments for the rest of our time.

Like a “perfect” work of art, from afar it appears pristine. However, the closer you get, you see the imperfections to the masterpiece. The pixels of a painting are just globs of paint smoothed over by a fine brush and somewhere in that beautifully sculptured marble, there are cracks…