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Everyday I look in the mirror and I’m thankful.
How am I so grateful?
I’m just glad that I fuckin ain’t you.
To be honest I hate you.
You and I aren’t one in the same.
The only similarities are our blood and our name.
You chose this you’re the one with the blame.
I feel played and betrayed is this a game?
Matter fact, fuck your father, he did this to you.
But shame on you, now you doing it too.
My fucks are like a father I don’t have one.
Why you even bother tryna call me son?
When I needed you most, you dissed me.
I kept waiting for that call and for you to say you missed me.
I’m sitting here with promises like broken glass.
See life catches up, time is ticking fast.
Where are you when I need you?
You deserve an Oscar all those lies, silly me I believed you.
I can’t wait to see my little sister.
Tell her that I love and I miss her.
For 12 years I hoped I could be you.
Who knew I’d be 21 when I’d see you.
But it’s good you’re probably chilling without me.
Not a second loss or time spent thinking about me.
This is for you junior since I am the third.
Fuck you and I hope you get what you deserve.


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2 thoughts on “Kuma’s Notebook: Reflect

  1. It isn’t easy to illustrate relationships in a real and poignant manner without feigning vulnerability, and these piece does a great job of speaking lyrically but still through a voice of clarity and brutal honesty. Well done Kuma!

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