think about it

so in my attempt to try, my attempt to lose, control, to shed, this attempt

to hold on, the many sour attempts to love, someone, failed. not so much in myself but 

the strength to continuously attempt to puncture beliefs set before even my fore-mothers of stereotypical bullshit that has kept many souls imprisoned, captivated almost always capsizing the minds over their weak souls.

i wonder how much strength they "think" they have in their domes when death can stop them mid thought and still their spirit lives on, think about it!

Gino Obuseng