Baggage

By Khali Raymond

Baggage. Do you have any idea of how much of it I carry? Do you know how many items are inside? Do you take note of the back aches that I contract? What are in these bags of mine? Taboos. Fears and insecurities. Scars from abusive and toxic relationships. I have a question for you though. What's in your bag?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Khali Raymond
• Release date: Feb 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370444823

Khali Raymond

Khali Raymond is an exceptional individual who had published a lot of work at a very young age. His serious and realistic writing style is just the icing on the cake when you’re indulging into him. Not only he’s into writing, but he has a muse for music and a whole lot of other things as well. Khali Raymond was born on December 22, 1998 in Newark, New Jersey. Ever since then, Khali has been working at refining his craft in the writing field.Learning how to read at the age of two, there were bright things ahead for this wise man. After going through a lot of life-changing experiences throughout his years, it’s inevitable that he’s doing this. As Khali writes book after book at a rapid rate, you can’t help but wonder how he does it. His continuous efforts to put out riveting and mind capturing work arouses a lot of people’s interest. People are curious as to what goes on in the head of this reclusive genius.Khali’s love for his city and community is extremely strong. That alone is a primary influence for his work. His continued humbleness and strong work ethic will carry him into places that the average person can dream of reaching. A lot of mystery shrouds this genius author, but Khali is more than genius. As he makes a vow to write until he dies, the good work will keep coming your way.When you do happen to read Khali’s work, the themes and vocabulary he uses is extremely strong and provocative. You will feel drawn into the power of his sword, and that sword is his pen. Be sure to follow Khali on all social media platforms you can find him on so you can see what he does next.

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Baggage

Khali Raymond

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ISBN (eBook): 9781370444823

Third Edition, 2022

My Cry for Help (Note I)

November 12, 2017

I’ve never felt so alone. I’ve never felt so exhausted. It’s like high school all over again.

The feelings that I would have as I walked through those hallways back then? Yes.

They’re coming back.

Everything is falling apart, yet there is so much happening at the same token. I’m attending a wonderful school. I’m living my dreams. I’m on my way to the top of the mountain.

What could be bugging me?

Maybe it’s the past gnawing at me. Maybe it’s the heartbreaks breaking me once again.

The counselor could only see me once a week. Do you know what can happen in seven days? I need someone supportive that I can talk to daily. I’m afraid to even tell my own family how I feel, to be honest. Not that they care anyway.

School doesn’t even feel enjoyable. I can’t even stay focused. I do my homework the day that it’s due. I tend to lend my mind drift into a hundred different directions.

I already know most of the stuff that these professors are talking about. Walking through these Berkeley hallways with a chip on my shoulder is such a pain in the ass.

My job isn’t really that great either. Walking around this store, doing all this work. Standing on my feet for hours, getting paid less than a slave.

Bills and debt hitting me below the belt. Hopping from position to position. It’s frustrating. So hungry, yet my budget cannot calm my hunger.

I drown in marijuana for an escape. I take a plunge into smoke, so I don’t have to be depressed. No matter how much I do smoke, once the high subsides…

I’m right back where I started!

I Should Die

People don’t admire me like they say.

They don’t treat me how they say they treat me

I’ve received more help from outsiders than insiders.

Why do I have to always forfeit my bread to someone?

I don’t make much

Everyone adores me

Until I do something successful.

I get pelted with stones dat’ are marred with jealousy.

Is it really admiration if everything you tell me is negative?

What’s with my rage?

Do you see why I am in so much pain,

the world put me through it.

I say fuck it

I would be better off not livin’ here

Acidic Murder

The heat is burning, the fire is raging.

So much fatigue and so many tears.

I’m crying my eyes out, but nothing ever fell.

So much misfortune and latency.

I need help, I need you to save me

Because I’m on the floor

Inside the liquor store, trying to get the lord.

I’m corroding.

Save me from this stress

Hold me tight, I need some relief.

I can’t handle it, I’m falling.

I’m in my living room, screaming at the ceiling.

I’m giving everyone an attitude, screaming at everyone around me.

Lord, you must help me

I need it.

My legs