The toxic inside, it bothers me so much that I am able to relay the other side of the message. Yet if I die and take an autopsy, all they can sight is fire that hungers for appreciation, attention and psychological comprehension. No matter how dominant the fun is,
I can't seem to stretch a muscle to form a smile in my face. Something is stopping me. And unfortunately, that thing is unstoppable. My community inside is struggling and others find it over reacting, stupid and obnoxious. They have superficial mind vision. They are my living proof that black is dominant over white, because that's all they can see in me. Another theory has been passed, they say it is what you call an attitude but I call it social development genes. They were the one responsible of me being like this. They made me like this. All things they have shown me, both black and white, is what I am. I earned almost my entire "attitude" from them. In case they wonder why, I hope they'll bother to look in front of the mirror and realize, saying, "She's got a part of me."
Gica with Love
