we are not together, just homies;
people can really make you saltier than a salt water ocean!
I am tired of ring around the rosie;
I’m being punished for being in love – can that be forgiven?
this phase is becoming a bit annoying;
but now I see how this can be a test – and it’s very challenging…
should I let it go, or keep trying?
my production of the woman i am,
releases an aura that evil would damn..
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taking full control of my life; the elephant in the room is something i can’t hide, i do this to make known that i show face without pride.
if i’m going to be the example; i cannot run wild, as if life is a gamble.
as smart as people say i am, could bring pressure to any ma’am; it’s hard enough being a woman, but i’m happy to know God has always been okay with the world in our hands.
giving ample amount of choices to show i am capable of doing anything;when i have doubt that i cant, i encourage myself by affirming.
i want to prosper; growth will be a new dress to form my posture!
challenging myself in peculiar situations, to keep from wearing my feelings a dress. though I’ve been irritated with feeling I have to impress..
I’m so annoyed because it feels so deliberate; and I’ve been working on my own temperament.
I’m always put into a position to heel; that’s not me at all though, I was taught to stand, not kneel!
when my feelings are hurt, and I respond, seems like I made things worse – like I started it first
I allow karma to do what it needs to, but it doesn’t mean it I don’t get down or feel used..
being me has always created and inevitable issue; quickly, it turns around, and all of a sudden they want to know the real you.
always finding myself in deep thought; about when I should’ve surrendered, and when I should’ve fought.
my life is really taking a positive turn; I feel that one day soon, i’ll receive what ive always yearned.
absorbing all the data I can; knowing this makes it easier to breathe again.
keeping up all my hard work; this year I learned how to take care of me first.
enduring all the pain from tribulations I had to go through; seeing my rights and wrongs from a bird’s eye view.
rejoicing a victory I haven’t yet conquered; in time by day will come, and I will prosper!
writing standing up; giving off lights, fluorescently bright enough! putting myself in the front line; standing at attention, until its my time. juggling the responsibility of being gifted; a blessing I would never give up or ask to be lifted. asking for a sign; forgetting that it may not appear in the image of my design. without a complaint; I know that I am not a saint. I just want to have discernment in all things; to flourish into who I am to be
I know exactly what to do; asking myself, who are you?
eager to fortify my true person; without stressing, destroying my purpose.
I’m sleepy, yet, energized, even when I close my eyes…
focusing on leaving the past behind; all it really does is make me cry.
I want to inhabit on the good things; I want to leave behind the pain my past brings…
im going to write a song about it; exposing more than a little bit!
I would never spit in your face; it’s best that you reciprocate, with haste.
I’m about my business, I am not your mate; what I say goes, without a debate.
I am my own influence, and I must remember that; I am a different tone of music that could change the entire plat!
show me who you are, while explaining what it means; without opposing on the foul days, but those that are clean. present to me, what it feels to be loved by you; soak my heart with love and comfort, i could never refuse. dress me in words of growth and healing; care the way you care about football season. pressure me with multitudes of encouragement; i want to be more that an entanglement, i deserve assurance.
I’ve been productive, being thorough and subjective; very prepared for my moment, capturing my own mind to disperse any opponent. beginning each day by doing something great, allowing only victory to be fate.
conjuring new goals daily to keep my ambition up; pushing back, i am blessed with more than luck. compelling my audience by giving my all; not allowing the excitement to make me stall.
investing in my dreams, and believing in potential, putting an armor of faith on for when i walk through that threshold.
Always starting my statements with how I feel..
How is it we can’t control what is real?
What I mean by that, is that?
I’m thinking too much feeling blocked and I’m upset!
Whenever I feel a way it appear as a threat..
caught in my emotion, I can’t even elaborate,
It’s too much to really put down when you’re irate!
Yelling is an understatement to this unknown intensity..
Truly, I want it to pass, I want it to miss me.
I just need to take deep breaths sometimes seriously,
But I seem to think of that afterwards, I’m sure you can agree.
This spirit isn’t meant to be dwelled on at all,
Though, I give it so much energy, and that’s my fault.
Not like failure, but just a test I really need to study on,
Before the last minutes, before the chance is gone.
Seems small if I was to explain the background of it,
But I don’t have the energy for any kind of judgement…
I wish sometimes that voices could be unplugged,
to prevent my mind from feeling tugged!
It’s ok to yell, when they say so, get me?
Like when you decide on your own, then it’s a mental thing.
Shaking my head in real life, it shouldn’t be this difficult,
Yet, people roam this world specifically to be cruel..
Don’t get it at all, but it seems like there’re rules –
Unwritten that I didn’t learn in school.
I mean honestly, who teaches people to be so ignorant,
I can go on about it, but it’s not time to rant.
Talking about it isn’t going move anything, complain for what?
All I know is, no matter what, this woman isn’t giving up!
I definitely went so left, that you didn’t even notice,
I’m still trying to figure out why it’s hard to control this emotion..
My mind is boggled, and scrambled all over the place,
I must stay focused though, it’s a lot I know I have to face.
Head on I will deal with my iniquities, no matter the difficulty,
And encourage myself more to move pass my insecurities.
Yes, I have them, I wouldn’t dare reveal that to just anyone..
No one’s a mind reader though, so I lose some.
I’m just saying, I’m not entertaining it at all,
Sometimes you got to know when it’s a lost cause.
Always questioning myself, wondering if what I do is right,
Because even when you are, you’re told you’re not, out of spite!
It irritates my soul, that people really take that type of time,
And it sucks, especially going through it in your prime.
Not saying anytime is right in you life,
But growing still, and trying to deal with strife…
It’s hard, it loses you before you fully know who you are –
So selfish when you think about isn’t it, but again
My question still stands, why can’t I control this sentiment?
Her chest hurts, my chest hurts, my soul, and her spirit..
Do you understand that? How thick this is?
Although I’m only saying how I feel, and what’s on
My mind too, yet, I’m supposed to let down my shield.
That’s craziness, it’s wild to be honest, like think…
Conceive on how much is coming out, I am not about to sink!
I don’t care how long this may take,
I’m on a release kick, getting this off my shoulders, for my life’s sake!
Overtime is running over, and I’m still not stopping the clock!
I see my target clear as day – opening the window to shoot my mark!
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