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It’s black history month and sometimes I miss MY history. My friends have all migrated or have their own families. Where and who am I? Some of my crew have just moved on. Reggae boys at high school or dancehall click no more for them while I sit on the sidelines and pondered sleeping with a prostitute. What is my future, my destiny? What is my personal gain. When will I get someone on these dating apps. So far I am boring and get unmatched after a while.
I get their numbers yes but some block me. The living with your parents this is a joke and my salary is less than peanuts. I want a wife and kids and a better job. I’ll hang on as long as it takes. The road to happiness is never easy but I am a warrior with reserves like a camel. Bad reputation and financial status will not hold me. I must persevere for me and my niece. I love her dearly.
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