Therapist

My memory be playing tricks on me.

I don’t know if I’m remembering something

Or if was it something I was dreaming.

Seriously

De je vu

Is my days time 2

Example

What you saw today

I saw months ago

In my sleep

I think My own dual reality

got me paranoid

Paranoid about

Somethings I used to dream of,

So now my dreams are apart

Of my her-story.

Cuz I can’t tell the difference

I can’t tell the difference

Between my dreams and my reality

And I woke or am I Asleep?

Is this real?

Is it tangible ?

Can I touch shit?

But I do the same shit

Just in a different world I’m my dreams

Real shit

My dreams be that vivid

I live a completely different

yet the same alternate reality when I’m asleep

That shit be scary to me

But I know most of my paranoia

is beCuz of these sins that I’ve been sinning

On some real not fake shit

I’d be a liar to say

Any thing different.

I’m the alien in my dreams

Highly blessed and giving out those keys

Maybe I’m really running from myself

I think

I have to be because it’s always me

It’s me that Keep thinking all these bad thoughts

For no apparent reason, subconsciousy just to hinder my ambition.

Tryna make a reasons to find excuses

When really I ain’t winning cuz My Lord knows I’ve been sinning.

It’s hard when you tryna stop the whispers of the shaytan

But I been said fuck bull and his minions

That’s prolly why my dreams are so vividly-vivid

I was taught to be patient with our Lord

So I pull all my trust in the most high

And you cant learn that

Expect thru the teachings of

The Criterion

But who am I to chat?

Who am I to talk to y’all?

Who really cares about my dreams?

Who care about how

I successfully caught my self before the fall, while in the trenches with it all..

But I am who they call

an uneducated black woman

Cuz I have no degrees

I learned thru experience

I’m not to impress with their titles

Anyway

Because

I am what you call

a student of knowledge

I’m a real experienced learned thru the struggle

thru the mud

Swinging vines

in the jungle

educated black woman

I’m just tryna deferentate

My reality and my dreams

Without paying for therapist.

Because Their really expensive

Let me get y’all outta my business.