The most love that you will ever receive will be from my people. Down to earth, and full of love if they are FELT. If a corner had my back, you will be there in that crevice! All of my secretes you hold near, my best friend you are dear. In this life now, you definitely brand new. I give you mad respect, you are you! You bounced it quick back then tho, and I appreciated you way back when, woah. Watching you grow to who you have become makes me proud. I see your decisions, and humble at your spirit. You talk every day to him, but she wins. She wins because she is a nurturer. No matter the form, love will prevail. Science is quick to label the love of one, but what about the two when formed one. What if knowledge was unattainable until our people tapped into meaning. We can't just succumb to dreaming. What if you harness a spirit from a nurturer, and come in form of a warrior? The battle ensues, and the producer of life from the cord extension wins. The head is there in many forms but the mind, and memory is steering. Who am I to judge, I see you being that father, the one I wished for going through the system after they ripped him from my life, spiders! I applaud you. Your babies are beautiful. If life fails, you will be what they need. The people catching heed, they'll soon be up to speed. Be here for mine as I yours, forever promise!
Love
Namaste,
To My Real LGBTQ
About the Creator
Alisha Bell
The birth of beauty was in me, I lost my family see. Foster care and locked facilities, yet imagining my possibilities. I have seen much in life, I have hid these stories, make believe some a figment of me. Now I want you to see! NAMASTE
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