Think About It
What is souring your mood,
what exactly is troubling you?
Whenever you wrap your thoughts around it,
you start slipping deeper into the depression pit
Pharmaceutical solutions are in the night stand bottom drawer
Pop a prescription pill,
anxieties fade ... dulled senses don’t have to worry no more
Try not to think about it,
you won’t let it enter your mind this time
Suspicions snaking through the mental backdoor,
doubts now slithering up your spinal cord
Did your betrothed man sexually abuse your child?
She’s just a young girl, not yet thirteen
Shifting sands of emotions: you’re angry, you’re scared
You wonder, does the liquor bottle get him morally impaired?
It could be jealousy that’s making you
possibly falsely accuse him
When you tried asking your daughter about it,
she didn’t say a word, just gave you a hollow stare
Eyes empty ... mind elsewhere
And you’re don’t wanna confront your man,
afraid the truth might shatter your dreams
You love the money he gives you,
you love that diamond engagement ring
Now you’re having the same nightmare over again —
you’re holding a gun,
and your bedroom is the crime scene
Your future spouse lay in a pool of blood,
and your daughter comes and gives you a smile and a hug
Think about it,
don’t go blood simple and blindly react
Think about it,
don’t let raw, irrational fear become fact
Know the truth,
before you pick up that gun and squeeze the trigger
Take a small step back,
before you make your guilty conscience get any bigger
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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