By Millicent Sykes (the one and only)
.. well “it’s my life..”
Well yeah, when do you decide your life versus the model
When I was younger, I wanted to be a model and recognized I was too small
A common remark I often receive
Too small, too short, too intelligent
Well.. what is it you crave my dear?
What is it you desire?
What is it you need?
What is it you want?
Peculiar questions asked by the masses…
Who fucking knows..
I remember when all I wanted was love..
I received it and realized… “it’s aint shit.”
Fuck… “is this it?”
Dreams gone, a fantasy dismissed, a concept disproved…
Well… what’s the point then..
Where is my sense of hope?
Why should I continue to try.. what is the point of striving…
Well.. you tell me?
Are you fucking reading this? Then you are motivated, engaged, and interested…
… may I say intrigued?
When does the complaining stop and we start to see the trauma, hurt, sacrifice, and sorrow in others…
I understand it takes time but fuck…. how long?
You tell me….
Mindset of an Athlete 