LJS_Writings

Hello all. I have thoroughly enjoyed using my talents to connect with many of you and positively affect lives. It is my hope that I left enough in the world to last you until I decide to post again. For 11 years, I have wrote and consistently shared my work with the world with only my selfless intent on it being a tool used to help you muscle through trying times in life as well as open your eyes to new perspectives.   I have realized that in doing so, I’ve became even more committed. I joined Instagram and posted daily. I haven’t kept count how many months straight it’s been. I have noticed that at a young age, I’ve accomplished so much in life and kept a constant discipline as well as dedication to achieve so much before even starting this journey. I am not yet 30 but have become immensely proud of the dream-like accomplishments. However, I also noticed that I haven’t really created time for myself and really appreciated the life I am able to live now due to this new venture.  T

Yesterday, I was leaving a Zaxby's in Atlanta off Tara Blvd. The cashier at the window said there's a man with his kids who walk up and down this street every day asking for money for food for him and his kids. At that moment, Christmas presents didn't matter or anything materialistic. I could only think how hard it was for survival for this guy. A father who wanted to provide for his two daughters who were roughly about 4 years old. I opened my wallet and gave him every dollar I had. The holiday season isn't about gifts. It's about love, selflessness, and being a helping hand for others. It was literally the first time I ever seen a kid grab for money thoroughly understand the symbolic meaning of it. Like, it was crazy to see. I was glad I was able to help out. I thought take a pic to show the world. But, I didn't. It's not about that. I just hope sharing my experience enables others to spread the holiday spirit not just one day but year round. We are

Purpose: The moment thirst trap isn't fun anymore.. Daily confirmation, Women on different levels, Can't even blame it, Attention whores, Living miserably poor, If you judge on self love, And concealing a man's imagination, For them it would be, A chore, Less clothes equal more love, Empty soul, Attempts to fill with man-ables, Cannibals of your own essence, Your value continue to lessen, With every Instagram post you're making, The man ain't wrong to come at you, The way he do, The hunter captures prey, And you're the wounded animal, Vulnerability screams from thee, "LOVE ME...... SEE MY TITTY..." Used to can't help but indulge, But now I feel pity, Can't imagine what's it like, To only fill whole through social media likes, And exposing of bare self, Just to get help, With low self-esteem that creep, Out your life a long time ago, So I when I see this material,

Purpose: Don't let money compromise you.. Used to want to level up, Second thoughts start to touch, My consciousness like nun chucks, Misused, Learned that this level full of miscues, Missing my lower levels, It’s so underappreciated, And not this rude, This level full of cut throat people, Speaking that we’re equal, And cheering for the same team, However there’s always blood in the water, And my comrades scream, But I’m supposed to ignore it, And look the other way, Like just the other day, You didn’t, Show the other side of you, So I disregard, Your poker face, Daily walking on egg shells, Conscious that this can all break, My life is frail, Being on work probation isn’t a joke, You woke for the state, But there’s a loss at state, So make sure you choke on what you want to say, Until after your 180 days, Wasn’t the way I was raised, To bow down to these standards, God is my gatekeeper, Not your institutional standards, I walk with matters

Purpose: No matter the social class you elevate to...you're still treated in some form to the degree of your race.. Colin Kaepernick, Raising my fist, Because life didn't give me shit, And I grew up with some privileges, But life still reminds me, I'm black as shit, Stifled by the knowledge I didn't know, How the fuck, was I supposed to grow, Glow up in this world, When my family never knew the mountain top, Because we never been exposed, Lack of privilege, Make you flat broke, A veil over your eyes, Some shit, you would never know, I'm not scared of my people, I'm afraid of cops, Because I know when my own will shoot me, But the cops mind fuck me with videos, Of us getting shot because of stereo, Types that they place on us, You can do right by the law, And get popped just because, I can be a lawyer or doctor, An innocent black with a proper, Tone of speech, But that still don't stop them fr

You're getting so close, You're really freaking me out, Have me thinking about, Marriage and kids, You're more than the average chick, My family don't say "who is this", Nothing feels so true like this, They say you're first real....., Still afraid to acknowledge this, Just saying if I was a college, You'll be full-ride scholarship, Sometimes my heart tries to holler the truth, The other day a chick touched me, All I could think  about was you, Oops! Egg shells crack, My emotional walls broken, No longer choke on I love you, Because you're a token, And I'm a slot machine, Jackpot! Used to live emotional locked, Inside my sandbox, A past that I seldom speak of, People and situations make it reoccur like a beeper, The steeper we climb, The harder they fall, I love women, But you have no competition, You're the flower that blossomed in my heart, In the midst of wi

Purpose: Use your art, your craft to shape others' lives and admit your flaws. Free my pen, But I, Keep my sins, Because I, Want to write, And write words without a grin, Let my audience know, That I sin, That I, Am just like them, And no, I’m not no exception, To a life, I’m so similar to them, So when you feel me, You really feel me, When you see me, You really get me, Yes I too, Sometimes suffer from forgiveness, While asking God to allow me repentance. Written by @LJS_Writings Follow on Instagram and Twitter. Writer: @living_everyday_optimistically (L.E.O.) - Instagram Fan page: @LJS_Writings - Instagram and Twitter