Fuck Your Excuses
They say aint no love during the struggle.
To protect, provide, improve, sometimes maintain- Men fight to put and keep it home. Sweet as the cookie keeping him full and craving. He knows, changing the recipe will be taken as poison.
Do you continue to stuff what should be given up? When I absorb my world, it makes me throw up/what I don’t want/to see what I’m capable/what I made available.
What do I do- to save the children-when I want to get rid of my old self. As I age every day, my own youth caught up. Tussling with my bones, bruised from use and pristine from burial, at-least on the surface. Decay piecing together beauty like the demented forgiving the one person they made themselves forget.
How many times do we make the same mistake. How many times can I be pissed about the pain, and lie that real men never repeat, but fight for jobs and relationships that strengthen excuses.
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I don’t believe in snitching, but go-head and tell on yourself, be real, be honest, to the one person who can give help. I won’t tell. You know who! That’s how you man up and do for self.
Stop running in circles, chasing tail. You should be sick of holding yourself in place and getting, the consistent whiff of your shit for success.