Im not sure of you...and when I think I figured you out; Repeatedly, you prove my ignorance and whisper in my ear "come harder, not enough b". You had me shook. Your dealing this hand and its unfair. I know this because you blocked my path with doubt and struggle. I can prove im a victim to nothing tho sir. So lets go toe to toe. You got it , your of it , everything I want dwells within in you . You whispering in my hear, relax tho time for b to talk back. If you wrote me a letter you would let me know the odds are not on my side. You would tell me the cost for being successful is way more than I can pay.You would remind me of the statistics of a single black girl (mutt) and two seeds. I call you bluff. You lied to me, your never the same you always waver. You love me than hurt me you pick me up and knock me down. So f you, Im not playing with you anymore. I went out and got my own deck . im the dealer now. Im not looking at you anymore, im looking thru u. So if i see it, i want it, I'm going to get it. I know you are only what I make of you . Life cant happen to me anymore...i happen to it. and phuck if you dont feel me , im my own fan. 5'8 mutt with 10 feet of fight. My imagination gives me wings to fly over your blocks. I dream in color now.These dreams took the place of worries at night. You gave me too many lessons, to be defeated..I'm not certain of life , I'm certain of me.This letter is not a memo, nor a permission slip. If it needs a title ...we can call it a public service announcement. Now back to B' regularly scheduled program.