Sometimes I’m a little selfish.
Sometimes I just don’t care.
Won’t give you all my energy.
Won’t give every single piece of me,
because I’d have nothing left for me.
I won’t let my life decay
because I gave too much away.
Yea, I’m a little selfish and I travel at my own speed.
I can’t always aim to please.
I have to stay true to me.
And sometimes you’re just going to disagree.
So take me or leave me because I am who I am.
Sometimes I’m a little selfish and just don’t really give a damn.
See different people have different perceptions of what winning is. For some people it’s having an American Express Black Card. For other’s it’s having their own non-profit organization or their blog reaching 200 followers. For some you’re winning if you get a meal every day and a safe place to lay your head at every night.
From my perception they don’t; they just have a lot of nice things. Having a bunch of things doesn’t impress me. That’s just me.
My definition of winning has nothing to do with a particular image or glamourized lifestyle. For me winning is getting married, starting a family and growing my businesses so that I can give corporate America the deuces, raising my future children to grow up to be amazing people, enjoying what I’m doing and work on my own schedule. It’s being free to explore my creative abilities and getting paid good money for it. It’s becoming a millionaire so that I have something to leave behind to my children so they can build on that wealth and pass it down to their kids. It’s inspiring people to get out and truly LIVE.
Sure I like nice things but I am not caught up in them. I won’t go broke for them. I won’t sell my soul for them. I won’t settle for them. I won’t convince myself of things for them. I do not deem them as a means for survival even. “Things” won’t make my problems go away, permanently cure my insecurities and they don’t ultimately ensure I’ll have a better life. I control what kind of life I have. That’s just me…..
So for many heaux’s, in some’s eyes, they do be winning, but like everything else, it comes at a price. A price I’m not interested in paying.
I’ve got a little crush on you.
I thought I was too old to have those
but in this case, I still do.
You’re fine and a mystery; I drink you in from afar.
I want to get closer and see more of who you are.
What lies beneath the surface for you to unfold?
Are you alive and confident? Is your penis made of gold?
What rouses your soul?
I like your style and that sexy smile.
Your talent is attractive and your creativity, reactive.
If I get to know you, this fantasy may crack and end.
And you’re really just in the category of pig headed men.
Might not like what I see.
Might not be any good for me…..
Maybe I’ll keep you just a crush; a make believe man.
I’ll just drink you in from afar.
Keep you in my dream man land.
Hey Spirit Guide.
What does the world look like through your eyes?
Is it simple and beautiful or cracked and flawed?
Is it ethereal and glowing or dull and compromised?
Can I see what you see? Let me wear your vision.
Would it make me smile or put me in awe?
Do you read it between the lines or is the writing clearly on the wall?
Please let me see. I’ve got to know, If only for a moment
and then I’ll go
back to just be
a spirit in this shell on a wild journey.