Beloved

It’s the little things that sometime make a big difference. Sometimes being around family is all you need to lighten the load if only for a lil bit. Game night drunk as hell gamblin quarters can be more entertaining than a night on the town. Even got big mama cussin cuz she almost keeps hittin but her number never gets called. Aunts callin you the same nickname since you were five years old regardless of what you have accomplished or how old you are. Times like this make you remember what is really important. When the rest of the world cares less about your existence your family does. No family is perfect; they all have their problems. They are a microcosm of the society we live in. From the well to do to the jailbirds and pipers; just about every family has their characters. No matter what I do or accomplish I will always be called Spray. I was foolish when I was younger; I was an outcast and looked for family elsewhere. As time goes on and I look back I realize my actions were detrimental to not only me but to people around me that loved me. For some reason I believed the myth that all young men believe. The myth that the streets love you and the worst case scenarios will never happen to me. The more I grow the more I see I was a dumba** and they saw that I would have to bump my head and get knocked around to learn the lessons I wasn’t getting. I am just thankful that God decided to spare me. The streets ate so many people it’s not even funny. In hindsight they were right. I was too full of pain and anger to listen to anyone. I see now.. thank you beloved…

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