Swatting At Bees

It put me in a bad spot, I thought to myself. Does it ever put you in a bad spot? Does it twist your insides and make you think sideways? Something so simple and insignificant, yet here it is. Sitting on my shoulder, sneering at me, smiling like it has one over on me. It…

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The Weight.

What extra weight are you carrying? On your shoulders? At your ankles? On your back? What weight do you carry that no longer serves you? What weight do you carry that holds you back and brings you down? Babygirl, you gotta let that shit go. I carry the weight of family; on my back is…