The world couldn’t give enough

instead it persisted on telling Me who Iam…

some said “slow”

some said”dump”

some said”stupid”

some said”illicit”

some said”Ignorant”

some said”Prideful”

some said “Evil”

some said”Lazy “

some said”selfish”

But non said”I’ll help You get better”.

except for one Who had claim She would help, saying we will get through whatever I was going through together. how funny people are, to say the word ‘TOGETHER’ when they are not even here.

my time on the world has been one of searching but never had I found what I seemed though I had glimpses of what was my actual dream.

For having spent so much time in ridicules and embarrassment, I’ve never grew. I’m as they had said Iam. I pull my attention away for either way It never came to help Me nowhere.

so came my Love for books, though I fail to decipher somethings but in them Iam not destroyed but built for the world only knows how to destroy but never help any to elevate unless their ego stroke so now they have to…mxm

why should I do the same.

came to the LOVE of books

As I’ve came across in being an atmosphere that pull me Up daily not the world that haunts Me of how Iam yet offers no guidance.

The Love of books

it is a search of a quicker Me, Smarter Me, A wiser Me, A re-joyous Me.

so nothing that will be said, could ever hold me down.