I am a Black Youth, no longer a child but not yet a man. I am unable to predict my next move or the moves of others, so u can say I am one of destiny. For me to evolve into the man I want to be I must be able to control my own destiny, but to obtain such control would mean happiness for me, and happiness is something that doesn't come easy. I always feel like there's eyes watching and ears listening. The more I write and express these feelings about myself, the more they read and try to evaluate exactly who it is I am. My life is filled with gossip and turmoil. I am trapped inside of a cell and I'm only allowed conjugal visits. What I believe to be right is often wrong, but still I believe in something. What that something is I may never know, but for my own sake I hope it transpires soon. For with each day my cell gets smaller and smaller.I edited my profile at Freeweblayouts.net , check out these Myspace Layouts!
