when we are cubs,
we usually have one main emotion that pushes us.
joy is what made us bright eyed and bushy tailed to be alive.
we see the world as one big adventure.
with the help of our parents,
we learn how to use joy to experience love.
as we grow however,
and shit happens throughout our lives,
we get introduced to the different emotions within us…
the devil can be like a thief in the night.
when you are sleep or your back is turned.he comes in abruptly, steals your joy, and runs like the bitch he is.
even if your joy is under lock and key,
maybe even strict surveillance,
he still finds a way to take what’s yours.
but, why do we give him our joy so easily?
why don’t we fight a little harder?
why do we give up to our circumstances?
that is the question on my mind.
the devil stole my joy today.
i straight punched that nigga in his fuckin’ mouth….