Released,Deceased,Increasesd Pt1
As I sit n begin to think, i say Lord
never typed a freestyle; then i blink,
n pray i make since as my fingers go
wild...
Figure i might as well start off from
now, but my insides saying start
from when u was a child, then i
question how, back then i was wild.
Well at least once i hit twelve, that's
when i started to rebel, head got
swell, doing things that could've led
me to hell, yet n still, He kept me
from jail, knew i was a female but
others couldn't tell, baggy clothes
hiding insecurities-past pained
deliveries-caught up impurities
acting a fraction of a male, upon
life's tragedies i fell, allowed my
flesh to put my soul in a cell,
imprisoned by my own sins couldn't
even hear my spirit yell, to da
enemy-i gave my energy-
responding to devils schemes like a
hostess to a bell, even sold things
that had to hit a scale, hiding my
parents mail, so the cut cards n
report cards saying fail, didn't sell,
in my self was where i began to
dwell, and it wasn't because i
couldn't spell, math genes crazy
always excelled, n in art i was crazy
especially with the pastels, but to
school i fake said farewell, ignored
the chance to exhale, couldn't smell
the crap that became my shell, seen
the outcome yet was oblivion to the
details, sharing my temple thru an
email, letting my smarts go down
the drain i began to get slow like a
snail, big as a whale, forgot i was
supposed to be the head instead
turned into the tail, never took sail,
attitude buffed but wisdom was
frail, seeing different hotels, even
chilled in some motels, like i forgot
placed in His hands n feet were
nails, listened to fabricated tales,
derailed, then upon my own face
placed a veil...
Copyright © Ieshaw Wright | Year Posted 2012
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