For Lillian

Some pain is good

I don’t come from the hood, 

but I gotta idea about struggle.

I gotta little idea about having to 

Hustle. You may think my hands are clean from the outside, but that’s because before I walked in there was a sink and soap on the other side you see…

I wash my hands in public, and I wash my hands in private that way no one will be able to scrutinize my cleaning methods.

I gotta strict beauty regimen I cannot miss, and I firmly believe that beauty IS pain NOT bliss. Because beauty goes beyond the epidermis, it grows from deep within. 

Selah 

 

What I put in my spirit will eventually come out in the open, for I am a spirit being first. so I watch what I say. I try to temper my tongue. I try not to sway. I have my mind made up. I watch who I hang around, and I try to not to be deceitful. Because I am already being made out to be a public enemy, and although Jane Crow is more evil then I her laws have become legal over her strong presence in time.

Selah

 

Don’t Tell me I don’t know the struggle, I was made to struggle. But I know I am more than a conqueror, so if you think you're fast enough to run with me pick up your shield and your buckler. We will run into turbulence, and trouble. I have been fashioned to be a WARRI-HER. There is something different I bring to the table, then I completely switch the table up, I turn them on you. I am evolving so quickly, I am leaving you in the dust. And when it all clears up, I’ll be gone.

You won’t have a chance to miss me. already onto the next place, setting my next pace. And defeating my next fear on my hit list.

Selah

 

I don’t come from the hood, but I know what a assassin will do. I got the clue from the shotgun, they so meekly cock back. And we know the meek shall inherit our Earth some day. I gotta clue, for the world is forever changing and it’s not stopping for me and you. We can learn from the world you know. Because the world is always in a state of metamorphosis ready and able to meet every need. The world birth success, and give it back dis-ease of greed. The world is our giving tree, and one day it will be cut down, and even then with both our hands out it will still give.

Some pain is good. It lets us know we still have more room to grow, my hope is that I never stop feeling pain. Because if I do there is something I dislocated and it will never be arranged to be rearranged. For the platform in my eyes has to become bigger, and my dreams in life will become clearer, and the fruit I will bear will grow to become my mirror. What will I see then?

I will then see whatever I have had to become presently, and I hope it is not vain but a beautiful sight to behold.