roshanda Carter
Stories (2/0)
Black
They call me shrewd They sit back in rat packs trying to dissect my attitude. Labeling me to be depressed and stressed they say since my mom died I been laid to rest dormant it’s like a storm brewing in the background you can talk but once you get reckless I’ll make you back down. I’m not the same human as you, because you claimed to have one but I’ve been proven to have two. I’m a dark Entity don’t know how the devil has befriended Me. I was trying to find my blessings, when this life kept teaching me lessons after lessons now I’m stressing. The darkness found me fighting and hoping that through it all I find just one opening. I wasn’t born with know silver lining or spoons and when my mom died she was gone to soon and at the same time all I knew was them goons. So don’t judge me on how I clear out them rooms. Rat pack it’s okay what you saying because at the same time I’ve been moving the weight in,
By roshanda Carter2 years ago in Poets
Monsters Aren’t Real
My alarm goes off at 6:00am and I hit the snooze button several times before getting out of bed. Yikes!!! I have 40 minutes to get myself and my daughter dressed. My boss warned me yesterday about my tardiness, so quickly we move through my apartment half sleepy and the other half shows under my puffy eyes my sleep schedule is literally 5am until 5am yes it’s true my friend Monster keeps me up all night and she’s always around and she never shut up she’s nice nasty and very critical of me having Lupus and Alopecia all night she talks saying mean things about everyone especially me. Her favorite thing is to remind me just how much the world hates me.
By roshanda Carter2 years ago in Horror