The Real Me.

Freedoms an illusion. We aren’t free, we are all just number in a computer, we are all just based on GPA and SAT scores and we are put in classes where we don’t belong because we fucked up on a test because we’re having a bad day and things around us stress us out the most in our everyday life. Freedom is an illusion no matter what race you are and how you present yourself. We are all the same in this world but we aren’t the same in the books we aren’t the same in color but we are all the same inside. We have a heart that beats , we have a mind that speaks , we have a family that unites us and shapes us into the person we are today but the person we are today isn’t the person we want to be shaped into . The world is so fucked up that we can’t go outside without hearing police helicopters or police sirens. The world is so fucked up that we kill each other over stupid things like shoes , belts , watches , bikes , for what? To fit in with the rest of the population. To have money. Money doesn’t buy happiness. Money is paper but affects people like poetry it’s needed in our everyday life to just keep us going and to keep the things we have but money doesn’t buy happiness you can’t go to the store and buy love , buy hope , those things come with a price and a price that can never be match.