Who cares if my hair is not in perfect position.
or my pants dont fit right.
Who cares if i succeed or fail
Who cares what kinda car i drive
Or if they shoes i wear lean to the side.
Who cares if i yell or scream at the top of my lungs
Make front of people cause they look DUMB
Who cares if i cry at movies cause it reminded me of my past
Or ended my relationship cause i knew it wouldnt last.
Who cares if the President is black as long as he DOES THE RIGHT THING.
Or if i wear a little bling that's definitely not a wedding ring
Society makes it that you have to look or feel a certain way to be normal
When in fact WE all were created different
Unique in our own, People of the past paved the way..
To live like free regardless of race.
Or a brand new car with rims in the middle of day.
All these things might not make sense to you
But what do you care about
Life or My Shoes
Words from a once Broken H"ear"t
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