Sundays

I don’t know what it is about Sundays Im good all week or at least some days But then comes Sunday, and that heartless fire Got me calling you a liar Got me taking deep breathes trying to focus Unless I say a word you wouldn’t notice My everything is a mess Fighting demons -... Continue Reading →

Creation

Women like me are rare to see We hide in the dark and create the art That sits within the crevice of your skin That pulls out the words that fly like birds Out to the world, I'm that girl Each year, each step another station Just trying to find the right foundations Searching for... Continue Reading →

This Isn’t Luck

Luck is finding a penny heads up, or even a twenty tucked in the grass I don’t expect you to understand with your head up your ass But don’t disrespect my success by labeling it luck The lazy don’t understand hard work, in the clouds forever stuck You couldn’t fathom the long nights and even... Continue Reading →

Happy Easter

Dressed in my Sunday best My sins need to be addressed Its been a long time since I confessed Its Easter Sunday too late to digress Sun is shining I'm alive I'm blessed Girls in cute dresses, Boys in their fancy vests On a day like today everyone is religiously obsessed Church is crowded, I'm... Continue Reading →

I Miss Everything

I miss those days When you would caress my face Hold me tight Keep me safe I miss the countless years That got away from us I miss the innocence of that first time I miss the ignorance and all its bliss I miss the butterflies The long nights The goosebumps I miss that once... Continue Reading →

I’m There

The space between each gust of air The space between each heartbeat The difference between cared and care The difference between defeated and defeat I'm There

Mothers Birthday

Out of the billion words on this planet Not one can fully describe your dynamic Your humor, you're Witt that intriguing sarcasm Your ability to deal with my tantrums Your constant devotion for what really matters That powerful drive to complete your masters I've never known a woman who got back up after getting run... Continue Reading →

Modern Mademoiselle

Deep depression when my daddy left He took so much its considered theft I'm no one without my mother That kind of redhead that makes you wonder Young mind mature thinking Without writing id be sinking I've gained strength from those I've lost I've learned to continue at any cost Keep my head up high... Continue Reading →

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