Hustle And Heart
I’m out here where the shadows mix with street lights
grit thick in my veins, dreams burnin’ through the nights
Ain’t no silver spoons, just scars and some fights
built from the dirt up, took off on my own flights
They said, “Too loud, too wild,” but I’m just that storm
breakin’ through clouds, shatterin’ the norm
Every fall’s a lesson, not broken but down
wearin’ my scars like a queen owns her crown
This rebels got soul I ain’t here to chill
writing my story on my own damn will
8/10/25
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Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2025
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