Willie Lynch

There's a hater amongst me and I know exactly who he is.

Hating for whom I'm attracted to.

So he reported me two days in a row thinking he’s got me, he won.

I laugh wickedly as I sit here because I can see through him.

I know exactly of your kind.

You’re the evil one.

A heritage of owning those who were forced to pick clouds for you to dream on.

He’d spit in my face and tell me I’m just like him.

Ehhh….negative Mr. Lynch.

I’m a second-generation American.

A redhead “finger’s worked to the bone” from Ireland.

Nagymama and Nagynénje only twelve escaping Hitler.

Boxed on a train.

Splitting when the Nazis came to never see each other again. 

Nagyapa jumped the Berlin wall to get away from the evil ghastly ones.  

Obviously, you can’t get rid of me.

The worst part about being an empath is that you’re the one who needs the most love.

But it will take you lifetimes to clear that karma you dug, Mr. relative of Willie Lynch.