Picket Fence

Natalia get ready for another one............

I'll try to find a place to start that make sense now. The first time I was pushed out blind. Cold and naked, spanked on the ass to breathe. An immigrant from heaven on earth with a word piece I announce myself with gasps and screams. Before black and white supremacy , heightened my innocence. I was living out life behind the fence. Happy go lucky scared of no one. With the only exception I'm allergic to the sun. Didn't know I had an image that a camera couldn't capture. 100% Allah's manufacture. But then came the laughter, and outside I'm battered. Picket Fence shattered. I saw myself as a bastard tag a long, harassed and spat upon. By the children of slave masters who passed it on.  The saddest songs been sing at the hands of who I call the race from hell, it's a disgrace from hell. Fell face first into self hate, burst into tears when I hear my own hellish name cursed. If I seem timid, it's only because every mirror that I saw back then had the earths ugliest human being in it. And with that being said, they would kick me til I got tired or I act dead. And I have to tell you all that the obvious part. That I always feel free when I'm talking to God! Alone on the playground, friday afternoon and the, old sister who hums gospel tunes. I saw her, noticed her getting closer. She approached me and put a knowing hand on my shoulder and booked my feelings, cause she looked at me in a way, that adults very seldom look at children, and with the wisdom only earned by years. She read my thoughts and she welled up with tears and said,

"You look the way you do, because you're special. Not the short bus way, I mean that God's gonna test you. And all of this pain is training for the day when you, will have to lead with the gift God gave to you. Grown folks don't see it but the babies do, and there's a chance you can save a few."

My page is currently under construction, but I still will blog when I get a chance.....

I recently moved into my new apartment, so ready to get back on track with my life, summer was cool...but i get tired of sleeping my life away and doing nothing. Its time to get up, get out cut that bull s*** out! classic line from an old song!

Sooooo many decisions to make.....you ever hate the feeling when one day your life is cool and the next day it's not good? Well it's a part of life, I will get over it....I guess I know what I need to do.....

I think I want to work on my idea tonight.....ALL NIGHT......

And time will prove that, she started my movement. She didn't tell me to take it. She told me to use it......

So I used it........

Love, Live, Life

:::Byron Belle:::