Dear Younger You…

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Dear younger you, 

                                The younger you nobody knew, not even a bird or a fly could ever discover your life, always figuring out who you were, where you were, why you were placed here and who you really wanted to be, but not even me the author could figure out that maze of a thought on my own. 

All about self discovering, learning about myself every minute of the day and in 20 years of being on this very earth the beginning of my journey has only just begun so many achievements I’ve made have helped pave the way, opportunities being flung my way, but darling, it wasn’t easy, nothing in life is ever one way, always twists and curves, but that’s okay because I’m about to make it in this life, and you can too, just believe in your craft, your sauce even. 

In and out of sleep, tossing and turning beating myself up over things I shouldn’t really be worried about, always saw people my age ahead of me and couldn’t figure out where I was going wrong, but things quickly puzzled together.

I was lost, felt entwined in the deadly jungle, through darkness I struggled, in light I fought,  but the light I was searching for it didn’t want to be found, and if something doesn’t want to be found why should I continue to search and kill myself over it, I’m not weak I’m infused like tea, the longer I’m in and the little tipple of milk added, light will be found. 

After years of self-doubt, things were starting to become so clear, clear as the water in the Caribbean Sea, I could take a glimpse and see clearly now the rain has gone, I could fight all the obstacles in my way. 

Social media is part of me, a big part of my career, the smart intellectuals out on the internet, it’s so fascinating, the great souls of intelligence, we have young Stephen Hawkings swooping in, we have the university fanatics, the college goers, the GCSEs takers, all bundled in too one, we have sharp, crafty, keen teens, ambitious adults learning and sharing their immense knowledge. 

God made each and every one of us individually took his time crafting, putting the smallest details in place, so articulate what a man to believe in, our creator, our best-friend, through the good times and even the bad, always a prayer a way to make our day, he our creator the greatest on earth. 

The abuse that has taken on generations beyond my belief, has now taken the 21st century by storm, Abuse is now being rectified and glamorised, amended for why? My brothers and sisters are physically and mentally wounded, blasts from the pasts taking over their futures, punctures in their souls, yet this behaviour is glamorized, the 50/50 world we live in, the pleasing but malicious world we found upon ourselves, but who’s to blame? 

XXX so fresh, so raw but when victims talk they’re instantly hushed when the supporters talk they can howl and screech, but when victims speak, why should we dim our experiences for you? R.kelly still free, George Zimmerman still breathing fresh air, a bit of fame and you are blown away, but what about the sufferers? Cuts so deep, we can see the bloodstream, bruises looking like rotten fruit, black eyes were hidden by shaded sky, crying out in pain, it’s such a shame, imagine being beaten black and blue, the authorities we trust, just dismiss us, but when it’s a celebrity, it’s a different story…

Our voices are effortlessly powerful, our expressions potent, our smiles gleeful, I used to get told to smile more in pictures. I strive for greatness, I exhale every breath as my last one, I acknowledge life intently each and every day, but guess what the devil wears Prada.

Clouded thoughts turned into uplifting dreams, the world is yours, pulverise, memorise and spread wisdom. 

Everywhere I’m doing the plug walk, I’m so into making it, from the lows to the ultimate kushy highs, from saying you got me intoxicated, from being mentally fucked, mentally scarred to meant to be up, from saying we don’t want no devils in the house we want the LORD, and the lord is who made me have the highest faiths, and he who made me, is who raised me, this is a God dream, this is everything. 

TEEKS 

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