My mama said life would be so hard
Growin up days as a black girl scarred
In so many ways though we've come so far
They just know the name they don't know the pain
So please hold your heads up high
Don't be ashamed of yourself know I
Will carry it forth til the day I die
They just know the name they don't know the pain black girl
It's so many of us hurting on the inside.
Repeat it: On the inside, I cry
Sittin here crying from the board
Tryna find the key cuz life is just to hard.
Like this.
I wish I knew the answers to my uncertainties
I wish that God would one day come and rescue me
From this drama
The drama that I see
The drama that I speak
The drama taunting me
Like Woah
Nothing really to write about here. I'm just relaxing and cleaning up a bit. My ex txted me today: "I really want to have sex with you at times" is what he said. I remember when he used to respect me, even though he was cheatin. And I remember how I thought we were forever. Maybe we were, but I never knew forever could come so soon.
I'm sittin here looking at my phone. Oh dude is calling who wants to "rescue" me. He told me the grass is always greener on the other side, but what does he have to rescue me? He's always broke, not a degree or car in sight, but he claims he can support me. He says I don't know how to give in to a man mentally, spiritually, or physically, and if it has to be with deadbeats like him, I don't wanna find out.
The time is now to focus on me, and I'm taking advantage of that, but sometimes I wish better characters could be in the picture
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