…In my life throughout my life people have been in and out, in and out. My loves are deep and I feel passionately about many things. To befriend someone whole heartedly is hard and whats hard about it is not knowing what happens in the future. I guess I am a fool for trying to see in the beginning who will stick around in the end. Who will see who I am and accept and not judge? Or if they choose to judge, still accept that I am who, all I know to be. My eyes paint a different picture of life; my eyes reveal different tales; you can never understand someone fully unless they can explain every story of their life in the exact manner in which their eyes saw it. Our experiences in the past learn us how to deal in the future whether wrong or right. Who will look at me and see that I am not perfect and that it is only human to make mistakes, and love me whether I right or wrong? Many men judged according to a law written ancient like are enslaved today. That is the same judgement that enslaved the Africans, stripped and raped slaves of an African culture; my ancestors, though i cannot claim to be African there is no culture here, I am not like them. The only culture for a non African black America is hip-hop and dance, bitch holla