My momma threw me to
the curb like she had a
wanting to stomp me
         American history
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                             style
to much of her wrong type
of love made her corrosive
                                          in my life.
Telling truths of what her definition
of love was, a gunshot bleeding
every time she let of verbal shots.
But I wasn't the fever that collected
within the palpitations of her heart.
That point which was quenched
                    by the point of her rage
every time she was coming
                                      down to earth
like she fell from orbit.
But I wasn't a footstep in her failing,
I was a shadow leaving her behind...
Sometimes you have to leave
                  that which you love..
to make you stronger.
If their there when you return
you know they were willing to change.
                  And if not,
you just visit there quiet place
and tell them you always loved them.

To survive sometimes we wonder alone,
      not to be suffocated by the rot of
       another's love,
she curb stomped my love, but I love her though..

Don’t reset your fresh on less than the best
Don’t respect what’s next if what’s next ain’t success
Umm, God bless the believers in you
Make those ******* proud for believing in you
God bless you
For those long days and lonely nights
It gets better
You look better in light
I acknowledge your plight
We acknowledge your plight
Simple to see you look strong to me
Strong as can be
Keep fighting
I had to put this in writing because the feeling that nobody cares is so frightening
I do
We do
He does
She does
Keep your head up and maybe when you fly you’ll see doves