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An Apology

Sometimes all I need is myself for I understand myself, so I stay by myself for there’s no need for nobody else but self.

Psychologically my ideology owes society an apology for me being me, they judge me, they call me names like arrogant, self centered, stubborn -n- self absorbed for loving myself, plus being blessed by my Lord, I show love-n-affection plus provide clothes food-n-protection for my 7 children, I even provide for the women with a few exception, I risk my life-n-freedom 4 my family, but I get crucified, outlandishly it’s not my fault the world chose to revolve around me, different colors-n-nationalities, religious rivalries created openly and or silently, so people blindly following this stupid ideology of a judgmental society, that affect us all psychologically, so see society owes my psychology and my ideology an apology for me being me.

So see sometimes all I need is myself for I understand myself, so I stay by myself for there’s no need for nobody else but self, because whatever you do, not even knowing you or understanding you or even caring to, this world will quickly judge you too, so see society owes my ideology-n-psychology an apology for me being me, excuse me but I don’t accept it, 4 only God can judge me and keep me protected, so f*ck society, my apology 4 being me.

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sparrowsong

LET IT OUT! Exactly, on the WRITE...AND the RIGHT!

Thank You. Enjoyed this read.

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realest shit I've read in a long time! Great piece!!

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