Sometimes we forget the horrors of slavery. We forget the horrors of our own suffering. I remember though. I remember very well. Now even, I fear it. I want my truth. I want my freedom, Lord.
So much potential and self-trust, self-faith, and determination that I’d hate to waste it on pointless positions in life like wage-based salaries and orthodox conformities. Get the fuck out of here. All these weirdos who try to convince me they are happy. Why you want to force me into your ways then, if you are so happy? Look I am going to be king. I need to be cause if I am not I won’t be here. I am great. I want to be.