Bassie_Mothopeng

Life in different eyes is about chances 
Choices
And how you would want life to be
We all wish we could change something about our lives but don't realize we have it better then others
This book is much more then teen fiction it's something everyone can relate to
And maybe even understand
What you have isn't always the things that matters sometimes its who you have

life in different eyes

Suburb,  houses bigger then supermarkets, each have own customized pools and yards to the owners heart content you'd swear it was somewhere in America but it wasn't it was somewhere in southern Africa


Yes southern Africa  where people where rumored to ride on top off lions dressed up in animal hair they just slaughtered weeks ago


Hunter gathers hands held sticks, twigs even spears 


Those bloody savages they call us but its isn't that way at all 


Yes we live next to the great outdoors and yes that might have been our past but they forget the sad reality that they're forefathers made for us now.


Slavery ,murder and cruelty instilled in our memories which they try to hide in a  fake smirk ,fake sorrow acting like know what we go through which they don't. Time, space and stupidness as I read word for word almost imagining the life out there no one has reached being off a different kind might be different but it's better in ways 


No one would ever be alone "why are you busy smiling into the wall" my sister said with a devilish smirk. Shamed and embarrassed I quickly move about and go back to my bed and keep thinking and writing it down 


 "But that would be nice" she says again this time much closer from the doorway I left her . dropping my pencil to the side and ripping out the piece of paper I had been scribbling on out and into the bin and leave my room and talk a walk around the surbub


Anyhoodle before I get off topic pablo what do you say to a walk to the park Pablo


'yeah yeah lets go out and get kidnapped did you see the time'


Okay okay you make me laugh how could someone do such in quite Bakersfield California man


I sometimes talk to my subconscious pablo quite strange but it's normal for me 


We have the earth to ourselves minerals at our feet and we make history everyday 


America mother land to a vast history  that connects all people off different kinds and nature to be one 


We are after all revolutionaries we create a new sound wuth the rising sun


We always on that new new that others want to control


Near a boarder ,where a river of people flows out of one province into the other before you pass a malls that was created on top of a dump site now turn into wonders and beauty there is off course where I stay.


For some odd reason my house has always had a bit of black paint no matter what colour was used it felt like it was our signature sign or trade mark 


Every American home has a distinct picture it show whether it is the struggling economy or the well profound economy 


And the sad thing most people don't understand that in our world you can change everything For yourself its up to you but not that its easy its hard  I let my mind go on with thought as I walk onwards to the park a average day for me I guess what can I do about it though.


No one can change you unless you chose to yourself


Lonely until you chose you need company


Surrounded by darkness trying to find the light


And it fluctuates im infatuated in my fate


In the deepth of my sadness I can't wait to reach that high


Short yes I know but its only the beginning why should I give you all the juicy bits 


space,time and stupidness