Ms.Navgations

Ms. Navigation By Lynisha Arceus Ms. Navigation has a destination She’s trying to get to But before she gets to her destination They’re things she will pass through Pit stop she stops to Sites see she must see But hopefully she make it to her destination by noon Hitchhikers on the freeway She picks up one, then two Dead beat in the front seat And a baby who needs food Now her navigation changes up Her destination is somewhere She don't want to end up So she tries to stick to her previous destination She is two hours away she believes she can make it Riding on a quarter tank of gas Trying to move fast Running out of cash Hoping that it will last Pedestrian laughing as she’s passing Females calling continuously: Him Tears falling continuously: Hurt Baby hollering continuously: Food But in her brain she's the little engine That could… that would not give up Knowing that everyone thinks she should Quarter tank of gas almost gone, 40 minutes away from her destination Her latitude reads starvation Her longitude shows motivation Make a right at the light Then you’ll meet your destination As she’s patiently waiting for the red light to change She looks up in her rearview and seen a lot has change Dead beat gone… Her son has grown… Her final destination is HOME.