I carry all my burdens on my head
I am black and black is me
I use no hands often
I carry everything on my head
Like the dark i am the opposite of light
Darkness knows no judgment
I am good at balancing everything on my head
They call me weird and call me so cultured
But i am different and i know that.
Everyone carries and hold everything in their hands but I used my head.
I don't know if i should be proud of doing something others can't do
But it is what makes me who i am
I love who i am.
About the Creator
Violet Blues
Hellow my name is Alice
Am a really nice person who likes expressing her feelings through writing
Feel free to send me anything you wrote and I will read it and give some feedback
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