Let's start this shit off by knowing my facial expression...




Girls. Girls. I cannot call YOU women when you clearly act like kids. So it is what it ISith. See there is a fine line between WOMEN and GIRLS. And Please dont mistake me for either. I AM A FUCKING BEAST, google beastyassmoondust. I am so over the fact that everyone is being terribly cliche! and MOST of all PREDICTABLE. i SEE you feathers flocking and sucking designer dicks and contracting LABEL stds. Everyone of you want to be a writer now? GFOH -> Your just stealing vintage thoughts I and a few others thought in 2007. Read my MYSPACE. Thin ideas, get SAT on. There is not an ounce originality in nothing you Minajs, Boyhymed, Loubie Feeted' STILL FAKE BAG wearing heffas are doing. Very Unassuming. These lovely girls, will be the final result for any of my 2009 issues. You will be the girl I use as my coaster cup. To place my purple DRANK. When will you start chasing the real dream? YOUR life. I wish girls, would stop IMITATING women. This life i lead, is a grown woman's life. Shit it might have flaws. I can admit that. Anything that perceived TO be perfect is something I never care to meet.




With this being said. Leave WOMEN out of your issues.
Making it hard, cause EVERY negro expects us to BE basic like you.

-first things, 1st I would like to thank @justnancyp (via twitter) for this subject.

What I am about to do is really brave, but its needed to free a part of myself. To release the sadness, to overcome the obstacles, To honestly be THE best me, I figure I would have to break down the issues. Ask For Help, except criticism. Love myself enough TO truly love and appreciate my dreams.



I can do so many things but for some strange reason I am so scared of me. I say I want these things but why not strive to be the best and make the best happen with these things?

Pros and Cons. Fears and Sorrows. Friends and Foes. HATE that i LOVE to hate YOU.

Into your eyes I have seen many heartaches
You come with soul red and your dreams blue
catching your remembrance in which we partake
The loneliness has numbered you play out, over and thou
several demons crossing over into one slice to break
a hero has kissed your lips to give life to the passion you grew
for you, yourself onto you...