The Honest TruthThe Hood , The Projects , Urban Area, Low Class, Below Class, Degrading, Low Life, No Life, Statistics, Welfare,Low income,No Income However YOU choose to label, describe, creating a definition for those who lives under certain circumstances.. never judge a book you never read shoes you never walked in and experiences you never had. Everyone who lives in these areas isn't Lazy They are not dependents, like a bird sticking his head out the nest waiting for a worm. A lot IS the worm. A lot gets up in the morning going to work to try to provide a better life for their families, Going to School to receive a better education. A lot of my brothers and sisters is making the best with the cards that was dealt to them . I witnessed, I've seen , and I've Been. My Hand I looked at my hand,
my cards didnt add up nomatter what i threw out my tries wasnt the best luck but i didnt give up My Life was set up for me to fail since I was born I was already a statistic before my pigment grew deep on my skin before i layed eyes on my first born child without a ring before i dropped out of college for no good reason before i knew who i really was deep within before i lived in the Projects with a minimum waged job i was already labeled before i started to beat the Odds. I was born in Poverty, Born into Confusion of, will i keep her or give her to someone who can show her more love? i wasnt given fair chance since then and even times in the past i had doubts how i'll win Knife in my hand or Gun at my throat see i been there thinking maybe this is the way out because by then i done lost all hope, This is my story, this is my life hanging by A Thread of misery and regret not a piece of faith left outside smiling wide with a heart filled with darkness envy to the highest level hate begin to harvest tears of pain use to flow from my eyes down to my feet each tear holds rejection and depression to its peak i was weak i was low my heart done grew cold i never thought ill amount to anything huh for that ive been told i was a lost child , running wild you could find me in the club or maybe somewhere high or maybe somewhere drunk somewhere looking for love but see what it does was made me numb. forget how i truly feel and what i "wont" become this was my Life this was my hands i was dealt this was my story and the feelings that i felt i was on the verge of dying put the tips of my toes on the cliff and ill start flying mentally Ill, Mentally still my mental will pause take a puff breathe in slow now let it go now is my mental forreal? is this reality ? ill escape into a better place in my fantasies this was the life for me i was broken i look in the mirror and see billions of pieces staring back at me do i even know me? looking back at it like who's she? i was convinced , at this moment in life I am far from something and the opposite of right i am the midnight sky my heart eats off night my mind lives off pain my eyes was dark no visions no sight this was the moment i knew i needed a change that was the night i attempted to drown myself 8 months pregnant i found myself in a pool of water that filled my lungs and then a kick in my stomach was so strong it stung i hopped up in a panic did i really try to kill myself kill us ? am i really this hurt and im i really this... really this person ive become? My baby spoked to me that night through a kick , saying momma dont cry momma dont do this momma dont die momma dont stop the fight because momma you must trust and know the devil is a lie. it was time for a change I gave my life to Christ for the 3rd time many times i tried to walk in the light but this time i refuse to give up the fight ... i am now..... at a better place in my life mentally , financially, physically i had to put my hand down and reshuffle the deck i had to trust in God what he had next im nowhere where i use to be things is alright.... dont judge my story dont think too fast just know by his stripes i was healed and all his love surpassed.
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