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Signed in as:
filler@godaddy.com
MINE
I speak loud without ever saying a word
This is my moment, now let me feel it
This is mine, my time, my shine, my grind, my 9-5, my one bedroom apartment in the ghetto
This is the story to my stride
of struggle, hustle, pain, fear and hope-
I breathe every second with graciousness because I know what it’s like to waste time
And I know what it looks like when you have goals that do not at all match your actual life or what you seek to flaunt
I have been the fool and have been the dummy that the ventriloquist could always use to play
The dummy that slept around because seasonal depression came back out from underneath the shadows and caused me to turn brittle
And almost break
Back to The 9 year old with depression that walked around with her head down
To The twenty something that had to choose between groceries or gas to drive and perform poetry at a show downtown
Either way, I went hungry that night
Either way, I go hungry
Either way, I’m going to crave something
But this, is MINE
And this is my moment, so let me feel it
Let me dig deep inside to reinvigorate my spirit and cleanse my soul
To show a woman bearing greatness
Who comes at 100%
being in tune, aware and WHOLE
Don’t you know that these are MINE?
My poverty, my riches, my plateaus to my cliff hangers,
These ups and downs of my life all belong to me
I won’t apologize for the parts deemed imperfect
Because I believe in thoughts manifesting my reality
So let me feel em’
Don’t save me