Bits of Childhood…


Man I wish I could rap
So please bear with me in that crap
I’m writing here trying to run away from my real assignments
I know am fooling myself but fuck it I feel enlightenment
And I’ll be working on that shit till I get the alignment
And I’ll be my own muse, sorry this ain’t no literature
I’ll just sit here reminisce, reflect, and enjoy my nature
Always hated school, man it felt like a prison
Those cold mornings, endless winters, ahhh unwanted season
Let me start by saying,  I felt like a dude
Just a skinny kid with no interest in food
My father dragged me out of bed and throw me at the gate with no supplies
I was the only chick who sat in the back with the guys
Never did my homework, was always late
Felt like like a boy but still with them couldnt communicate
Had no choice but to get embarrassed
But hell, I gained That courage

I remember i used to look at them chicks with such admiration
Wanting to be like them, feeling despiration, no exagerration
Wondered if i’ll ever be that girly
Ha ain’t life funny
Fast forward some years later, wait hold up pause
Do I hear a round of a  aplause haha
Alright, I was the chick that them chicks would look up to
They’d be like christina “Your eyes“, “Your hair“, “Your style
Their appreciation made my prison worthwhile
Gotta say thank you to my old classmates
I miss you guys, ha miss them dates
Shout out to Andrew, my very first crush
Me and Mina Foad sending them notes, ha young lover
Went from feeling like a boy to being the most popular girl in my class
I swear I’m not saying that to shove my conidence up your ass
I just wanna tell you to pray, ask, and dream
Ain’t no way around cause He’s the supreme

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