Broke, But Not Forgotten
I may not have a penny to my name
but my attitude remains the same;
you will never know that I am broke
you will never know who neck I want to choke;
you will never know that anger is built within
you will never know my heart is broken and it needs a mend;
Bills are due and I don't have a dime
first thing comes to mind is to commit a theft crime
I can't do that because I will have to serve time
I must make a good decision- I must draw the line;
Do I want to be isolated from the world like a prisoner in a cell
or do I want to continue experiencing shortages and go through hell;
I'll continue through the fire because I won't be scorched
my enemies enjoy seeing the pain I experience- they even celebrate on the porch;
Oh my gosh! look what has dropped from the sky, there is someone above who will supply;
the table has turned and the role has been called, all of my needs are met and no longer am I feeling like an unwanted pet:
I am stronger now than I have ever been, no longer am I broke nor forgotten
Copyright © Tamarah Mack | Year Posted 2012
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