Secrets
Sitting in class smiling,
behind the smile, I’m thinking ‘bout my mom whose dying
Whining and dining
trying to make money to keep her baby from dying
Every night her dad crawling in her bed,
her mama think she lying.
So she beat her ‘til she bleeds
I’m sorry mama she pleads!
Promise me you won’t say anything so your daddy won’t leave
Here it is I can’t say much
Because my self esteem is shot
What does my future hold
When my mind, my spirit and soul is in such a rut
I can’t tell grandma or grandpa,
Nor auntie or uncle
So I kneel and plead
And bed God
To set me free
He says to me
Don’t worry my child
I am there with thee
Stretch forth your hand
Let me set you free
I rose the next day
Feeling fresh and new
In the middle of the night
Daddy withdrew
To hell he went
I know for sure
Because God promise
His sins will pay
My momma cried
And looked at me a strange way
But I rejoiced in God
Even today.
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