Patience
They ask me
What is this about
I say
It way too deep to speak
Laying on bed
Drops falling
Praying my soul
To god he keep
A bucket
For my patience
Yes
I know one
Who had a dream
Now respect is not equated
With loyalty
Too myself I stay true
Quietly built a city in six months
Now in three years
It's true
I'm through
Patience for the press
Relaxation when I need
Tiptoeing over my next move
In myself
I trust
And believe
Copyright © Kaylesha Cooper | Year Posted 2022
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