Before you start to analyze, let me save you the sacrifice. Standing smaller than the rest and I don't give it anymore. I've done had it with people sizing me up, like it's all to tell them who I am and nothing more. Let me notify I've got mind, one that moves faster than you can time. And maybe that's why I come out slow, or maybe it could all be a show. If it was left for you to decide, I know you'd like to believe a lie. But don't you hesitate, or get out of my face. Best to be straight up with me than keeping how you see. Being is a game I've lost. Empty of lifelines and served as a lost cause. I stress too much. Working barely. Complain as if I weren't trying. But I'm trying so hard it don't deem me good to be crying. Stepping around my words, feeling dirty. Yes. No. Just give me a minute, maybe thirty. Figuring out piece by piece what should go where and what have I done to my hair. Again. It's history. Heartache resurrected. Everyone affected. God, look what I've done. My loved ones, harmed. I stand here now unarmed. Attack me. Annul me. I'll take the death penalty. Cause it don't serve right, looking through wider eyes. A girl who had it not rough enough, had it with being tough.

Wow. These words touch my heart at this point in my life. Like, this exact moment in time.

That was really good. Was it your first time with freestyling? I really liked how it rhymed. I'm looking forward to more of your work, I hope you continue to write.

Actually, no. It's my fourth or fifth time. But the rest were all fun little things with friends and I decided to take it a little more serious. I'm definitely looking forward to more responses towards my new writing style. It's really exciting for me, and refreshing.