Love Yourz
The year is 2020.... Place? Atlanta, Georgia.... Heart beating fast, let a nigga know that he's ALIVE......" I was 13, scars on my legs from the whippings from a tired uncle who had only an sliver of acknowledgement of the person that I was becoming. Only thing he could do is make sure that I don't swing left and become a statistic of drugs and crime. Just lost my aunt to renal failure and I was lost. Physically present; but mentally hibernating. As I look at where I was 15 years ago, I can only imagine where I could have been if I had stayed where I was (Dayton, Ohio) As I look at my city, ya know the one they say is filled of crime, uncertainty and bad memories (Atlanta). Only thing I can say is Thank You for the new changes and showing me what NOT to do. Because even though I was beaten, molested, abandoned and alone those first 13 years. Just like how the wounds healed physically, my love for y'all has healed too. I won't forget, but I can forgive. "It'