she praised the dead from her hiding hole,
she fell, she fell!
Be gone, but not long...
reach for the light and fight for it.
We've slipped, we've bled and stitched up our hurt with kisses.
Grow up stronger than your mother's weaknesses,
then take her pride and wear it like a crown.
A Queen of all things,
still scared of the dark and bugs.
Dug out my heart from the ground and planted it somewhere in Harlem
the roots of my problems manifested and the strength of my will be tested...am I reliving a mistake? or am I wiser in my spirit and taking in the qualities I deem reasonable? It is settling for what I can get or settling for what I want?
hmm...
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