Knowing
IF THERE IS ONE THAT I KNOW IS THAT I HAVE SEEN A LOT.
I HAVE FOUGHT A FIGHT AND STILL HAVE MANY MORE TO GO.
MOTHER DID ALL SHE COULD DO EVEN AT A TIME WHEN I DIDN'T APPRECIATE IT.
DIDN'T UNDERSTAND IT WAS A HOLE SHE TRIED TO MEND.
BUT IT COULDN'T BE MATCHED TO WHAT SHE WAS TRYING TO DO.
I KEPT SEEKING, SEARCHING, DIGGING AND LOOKING AROUND.
BUT I COULD FIND NOTHING BUT I DIDN'T GIVE UP.
GRANDMA TRIED TO POUR HER WISDOM INTO ME BUT I REJECTED IT WITH ANGER AND FRUSTRATION.
KEPT LOOKING OUT THE CORNER OF MY EYE SEEING WHO I WAS DOING WHAT TO ME.
THE PARANOIA LURKS AROUND IN MY SPIRIT KEEPS ME HYPED UP.
I SHUTDOWN FROM LETTING EVERYONE LOVE ME BECAUSE OF THE FEAR OF BEING HURT.
THE FEAR OF LETTING SOMEONE GET CLOSE TO ME AND BEING DISAPPOINTED.
I CRIED FOR MY FATHER'S LOVE BUT GOT NO RESPONSE.
KNOWING ALL THIS I STILL TRY TO KEEP A MINIMUM.
TH
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2014
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