The dreams they sold us…

The dreams they sold us…

I hope there’s a return policy.
I didn’t buy them willingly
I  didn’t know I was even buying them
No one mentioned anything about selling dreams
If I knew they were for sale I wouldn’t have bought any I mean who want this:

I remember being told that I could be anything that I wanted to be, that I could be all that I aspire to be that if I reached high enough I would be able to touch the stars…
But the stars I’m reaching for are my Chuck Taylor All Stars,
I’m aspiring have nice life problems
And all I want to be is financially secure…

My teachers use to tell me if you work hard enough you’ll get into university then graduate and have the job of your dreams earning a big fat cheque driving the most luxurious car you want
Well so much for driving that car because I’m trying to drive the brokeness out of my life
Living from cheque to cheque with that degree I was told to get…
I’m out here watching high school drop out living it up in burbs…
My hard work isn’t really compensating me the way it should I think a refund should be in order…

Remember when bae would  hold your hand, look you in the eyes and say,
” baby you the only one for me”
“My love we are going to be together forever”
” baby it us against the world ”
And yea you were the only one… the only one in your neighbourhood actually,
The forever they spoke about usually  lasted 3 months
Us against the world… more like us against each other

So much for living the dream,
Now you just want to stay in the dream by sleeping…

You could still believe in love…
Nah, that’s some bullshit fairytale stuff

And this whole school situation like someone need to give us a guide stating  how to make it in life with a degree

These dreams y’all sold us,
You can have them back.

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The Life of ConvenienceĀ 

Life made easy.

Life made simpler.
Life made convenient.
It’s the life we live…
A life where easy made us lazy
Simpler made us stupid
And…
Convenient made us settle for less…
A life we chose and said hard work doesn’t pay off because of corruption,
Where you take short cuts and just blackmail your way to the top,
And as long as you get a big fat cheque at the end of the month then it doesn’t matter who gets hurt…
Life as we know it.
Life as we see it
The life that we choose to live…
A life of convenience.
A life where dreams are shattered
And you have to fight for what’s already yours,
Where money is more important than human life,
And every single lazy uneducated person believes the world owes them something so they are entitled to take it…
This is the life of convenience that you chose,
Where it’s kill or be killed
Look the other way when they are torturing you own brother or sister,
Where you have to pay the same people who cause harm around you for safety.
This is the life of convenience that our elders fought for.
The same convenient life that has taught you to trust no one  not even yourself.
That if you help someone out of the goodness of your heart you will be paid back with pain
Where in order to move up in life someone has to fall…
That’s the convenient life we keep advertising to our kids by saying it’s ok to,
Kidnap young girls and sell them or the body parts to get ahead in life.
Like it really is ok to beat up innocent people just show everyone that you have the power to.
And its really  and I mean really is ok to steal food out of poor childrens month’s because  you need it more because your life is far more important…
This is the life of convenience that we live,
A life filled with greed, corruption, fear, involuntary imprisonment and pain.
All because it’s easier to look the other way, pretend that nothing is wrong and allow yourself to be put in a prison of convenience…
If this is what convenience has to offer then
I don’t want a convenient life.

My Dealer

I fell for it…

I allowed my emotions to get the better of me.
Once again I let my heart do all the thinking.
Time and time I keep telling myself that it won’t happen…
Not again,
not anymore.
But there it is…
My heart jumping first in the firing line.
My entire being so eager to get that fix called heartbreak…
It’s like I encourage this emotional mutilation.
Like I want you to break me all over again….
This back and forth,
Let’s start of as friends,
One minute you here next you gone situation kills me.
I no longer get bruised easily I just break into a billion pieces.
The mere thought of you sends me into an emotional ICU.
Sad part is I look forward to that high called heartbreak…
It’s the only way I still get something,
Feel something from you…
You are the only one who can give me that fix and you still fail at it.
You couldn’t succeed in keeping me
And you can’t succeed in giving me heartbreaks…
I keep asking myself what it is i need to do.
I’m addicted to you breaking up with me
You hurting me
You constantly disappointing me…
I looked forward to all of that…
It gave me an all time high,
It kept me connected to you….
And now?
Now I’m all alone
You found new addict to break now that I’m broken beyond repair…

I need….

I need that thing…

That thing where two soul become one when they simultaneously reach for the heavens.
That hot breath against my neck
His fingers  trace the silhouette of my anatomy.
That thing where I’m on you and you are in me…
I feel you, you fill me.
The room serenaded by heavy breathing and soft moans.
Trails of  soft kisses from my neck down to my honeypot.
The playful teasing that has turned to pleasing…
Oh! How you stir my honeypot.
So sweet…
The urge to lick the spoon  is just too, ooh….
I can’t help but want to lick every single finger that been in my pot.
I want your lips locked on mine
My legs around your waist
My back against the wall
Your hands on my ass
I’m on you, you in me.
I feel you, you fill me…
That type of love making that makes you ask,
“Where have you been all my life? ”
That back arching,
Toe curling,
Bend over for daddy,
Type of thing…
Where every time you see him you just wanna touch yourself.
I need that thing.
That thing where he doesn’t wait for me to get undressed, he finds me ready and waiting.
That forbidden, lust full hot and heavy loving where he rocks it not that the water falls  but it pours heavily…
That thing where he doesn’t  ask for more you just give it him.
That can’t stop,
And won’t stop until he taps out.
That’s what I need….

I wear lingerie…

I wear lingerie.

I wear it for me.

I wear it because….

I love how it embraces the right places on my body,

Accentuates the shape of my breasts ,

Traces the frame of my body from my under arms down to my thighs.

I wear it with heels.

I wear it with body jewellery.

I wear lingerie…

I wear it because it’s sexy….

It makes me feel sexy.

I wear lingerie because…

It turns me on.

I wear lingerie for me….

Lingerie isn’t for the lover,

Lingerie isn’t for foreplay.

lingerie isn’t just a piece of clothing,

Lingerie isn’t underwear either….

Lingerie is different 

Lingerie creates a feeling of power 

Lingerie brings confidence 

Lingerie is alluring 

And I wear it…

I wear lingerie because of the way the material just sits so comfortably on my skin.

The way it perfectly fits.

How the trimming just lightly kisses my ass

Lingerie is a tease

Lingerie is for me 

I wear lingerie…..