You think you know
But you don’t
Her eyes get heavy
You have no idea how much she cries
On this repetitious journey
LIFE
To the white picket fence
To the 9-5 & still hella broke
My momma always told me being an adult was no joke
But now we here …
What is there to really say
Life gets harder day by day
I’m on my mya Angelou game
STILL I RISE!
But was that a Surprise?
People was always hopin
wishin & praying , that They never see the day
I’d learn the game
Getting on my knees, crying to God
Lord please make it better
I’m not goin lie it’s super hard
But what do we do ?
Instead of God
We choose the Devil and his deception instead of God.
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Author:
_itsyagirlari_ (
Offline) - Published: September 21st, 2021 23:42
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
Deep! It’s time to wake up people! Look at what she says, we’re choosing the deception and I pray that we can get it together for Jesus’ return 🙏🏿
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