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A Source of Light


I stare at the sky in a gaze, Amazed, As if a cop just hit me with a taze I go by the name Daze; I remember when they used to confuse me with Stace Always kept her shoes laced While I dreamt for a new pair She always had beautiful, blonde hair And I just stared Wishing I looked like a Barbie doll Against this wall, I think I’m so tough HA- nothing compared to the beatings I have received Sometimes I feel so defenseless From a child to a grown woman Don’t ask me where I rather be I already miss being inside my mother’s arms- YOLO No, YODO We die once and live twice Have we forgotten that God will return? Whenever I hear myself breathing, I still can’t believe my heart is there When so much tried to stop it’s precious blood from pumping, God’s hands work in marvelous ways; I’m here stomping Like a mamma Gorilla defends her little ones And you see I would go home But I don’t got no babe If life were sweet as cake My heart, I wouldn’t have to take But wherever it haze I will always find A Source of Light.
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Daz-e

Eighteen. I want to do something with music. I <3 my family and friends. Let it be God's will, and not mine.

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Daz-e
Our lives are like movies. Except in reality, we continue to perform.

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