The black soul

I never show them, I let them trickle inside. Hold them in and walk with my head held high. I only let them out when I know I'm safe in my bed If my bed could talk, it could tell you of all the sleepless nights I spent letting them out MY TEARS Mine and my bed alone to see What would they do anyway if they saw them,.......?

For centuries, the society's rules has lead the world to where we are today. Uncountable trauma cases. I think its about time the propaganda changes Where it will no longer be " do this, do that" but instead it will be " Be you"

The most common question, yet we all mistake the answer. Someone asks you, "who are you?" and your first answer is your name. No, your first answer should be you, you and not your name. So tell me, who are you?

The society has a will to control us into being one, but we want to be unique. It's an unfair battle, but at the end ,there is only one winner.

Wounds heal and scars are just a reminder of what we endured and of how strong we stayed during our deepest, darkest moment of despair.

Our minds plays with our emotions. They create anxiety, depression, anger and try to destroy us. The thoughts all drive us crazy, but do we give up or control our minds ourselves?

The innocent version of us we all look back to, wish to go back to, the precious past that is no longer there but its memories we fight to keep alive.

We all wonder a lot because the world is full of questions with no answers, so we just wonder. Its something so natural.

Life is a complication itself, trying to please everyone is like adding problems over others. Nobody said u had to please everyone, we have a choice of being ourselves. We don't know if we will still be here tomorrow. We have to make the best of the one life we have 😊

Everybody has a right to live, its not their skin color that decides that.