& if

& if i were to look like Beyonce would you treat me different

if my a-- were like pinky's would i get a seat quicker

cause my feet are killing me

&if i were to sing like Jennifer Hudson would i be sign to Columbia

if i had the "look/image" would i get accepted into Hollywood

cause my feet are freaking killing me

&if you never heard me say i love you would you love me just because

if i gave you a thousand reasons to hate me would you stay around

cause my feet are killing me , seriously

& if my dreams were my reality would i stop walking

i've walked so much my feet hurt

stopped & took a break for you it & you still used me

the lump in the road left me with heartbreak

&the decision between cross paths left me w/ an empty soul

whats left to do but fall down on my knees & say

"& if i were to stop walking would you notice me for me & finally stop hurting ME?"

I scream in agony - i want you

my soul bleeds like my feet do

for society can accept my difference but it hurts more because neither can you

do you see the light in me that shined in me when you wanted to get to know me

do you love me to love me with no &ifs

my &ifs keep me walking

limping

crying

jumping

fighting

trying to succeed

trying to see wether i can change up a few things on my journey to greatness

but the crazy thing is you them it will be irrelevant when i get there

thats to say - my &ifs help me cope with my reality

but it isn't my reality its what stimulates my soul

when i get there - everything will be a forgotten memory of lessons learned