I am an abstract as in opposites attract. I can go way back when my life was too wack. I didn't care about shit. Robbing, rumbling that was it. I had lived for the fight and the stickup at night the athletic star didn't go so far but I was heavily recruited. But my mind was too polluted with the streets robbing drunks and deadbeats. I would be like, "Hey Mr. Got a dime". Smash!!!! His wallet was mine!!! That was the setup then I got fed up tired of the inside where a woman has no pride. The vicious cycle of in and out. And bad decisions muttled with doubt. It took me about 2 years to make me address all my fears that I did care. Wanted to share and craved to be respected. I was feared that I was gon' be rejected by people all around me and shit. Yet, I oppressed it, blessed it with violence. Made no sense, u know? SO many years thrown away and so many debts I had to pay. Yet, these lessons along the way have made me the woman that I am today and finally I'm okay. I refused to open the door to find what I was searching for. Acceptance of inner self was pulled from a dusty shelf known of a book of life filled with heartache and strife bad choices and imaginary voices leading in all the wrong directions. But time and serious reflections caused me to change slowly rearrange to say, "NO MORE" to the revolving door and this is me, finally free.