one thing i learned from my mother was how she handled wolves.
when it was time to go,
she go.
there was no announcements or big blow ups and like clockwork:

i watched those same wolves circling back in panic,
blowing up the house phone,
knocking on the door,
and suddenly remembering her worth.

i’m not quite as ruthless at times but when i’m done,
i “be” done.
this isn’t just about wolves either…

I couldn’t help but wonder:
Why do we crave acceptance so bad from the obviously wrong people?

when we desperately need someone(s) and they sense that,
they’ll use it to control us.
they’ll push you to see just how far up their ass you’re willing to go.
for some,
the entrance while others look for a home in their colon.
a jackal from my past has a grudge against me…

prodigy’s death brought back a ton of memories for me yesterday.
when that “infamy” album came out,
i was such a hood rat.
i’m not even playing with you.
i was hanging with the drug dealin’ wolves,
skippin’ school,
smoking stupid amounts of weed/trying other drugs,
and wearing clothes about 3 sizes too big.
at that time in my life,
i was so depressed and rebelling.
i lost one parent and the other was on the way out.
i was trying to be accepted by those i thought was cool.
that was the time i stopped speaking to star fox too.
i was having fun,
but damn sure wasn’t happy tho.
this all goes back to living your truth…

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