standing.
waiting, waiting for the next opportunity to come at 8:43
looking around at all of the fancy cars passing me with a stunted looks on their faces
where is she going?
what is she doing out there waiting on the bus?
well, why must you ask those kinds of questions?
you don't know my struggle. my past. my present. my future.
just because I choose to be patient instead of asking for a ride, doesn't make me distant
anyone who is anyone knows that being the greatest takes time
sure, I want to be riding around in a Jaquar or BMW, but I have to start small
most Negros want the big shit, but don't want a starting point
like going to a dealership with 5¢ in the pocket, but million dollar thoughts...
there is nothing more pathetic that a piss poor person with no ethics and drive
suited in designer jeans, blouse, 4inch stacked sexiness, and a handbag
you would think I would be rolling on those rims 20'' high,
but, I'm just walking this journey glamorously
standing at this bus stop
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
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