Blessed

I wake up, and rub the tiredness off my eyes;

pack my stuff for school while comforting my daughters cries;

I take each day as a giving gift;

Even though I lost so much my happiness won't shift;

I take the negative and let it be my moivation;

Not everyone can be strong in my situation;

I strive so I won't have to struggle;

But apon my sucess I mange to stay humble;

I push myelf past the breaking point;

Thanking the creator for my feeling of anoint;

I know I will stumble and fall through-out my unpromied destination;

I'll always remember we are all a blessed creation;

I am going to be something for my daughter and angel mother;

I just take one day at a time and give my problems to the Father.

 

 

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