My heart don’t come wrapped in caution tape.
It shows up raw
sleeves soaked in stories
I never got to finish telling.
I don’t do surface.
I don’t do safe.
I love loud,
I break loud,
and I rebuild louder.

I’m impatient
not because I’m spoiled,
but because I’ve spent too many nights
waiting on people
who said forever
but meant "for now."
I know what it feels like
to water dead things,
to fight for answers
in silence that screams.

Still
I chase patience
like it’s the only thing
that’ll keep me from burning bridges
I know I’ll miss.

Some days, I’m soft.
Other days, I’m smoke.
But every day,
I’m real.
And that’s rare.
I don’t hide behind pretty.
I don’t speak in filters.
You get all of me
even the messy parts,
even the parts I haven’t forgiven yet.

I give love like it’s holy.
Like maybe this time
it won’t leave me praying for closure.
I write poems in my mind
while people pretend not to see me
but I keep showing up
like I still believe
in the good kind of love.

My transparency
ain’t weakness.
It’s my rebellion.
It’s my power.
It’s me saying
I’d rather be felt too deep
than swallowed halfway.

So if I’m too much,
good.
That means you saw me.
That means my truth made you flinch.
That means I did exactly
what I came to do
be real,
and be unforgettable.

I’m that mother,
the one they whisper ‘bout when the streetlights hum,
the one who kissed bruises ‘til they bloomed back strong
but baby, test my calm and watch me turn storm.

Play with mine?
I’ll DAWG walk your *** ‘cross every block you claim,
drag your petty down the pavement,
make you swallow every rumor that tried to stain my name.

See, I break my back so mine never gotta bend,
I carry legacies in my hips,
dreams in my palms,
a whole bloodline stitched in my spit.

So come for me ,   come sideways for my mine
and I’ll show you how a mother loves with her claws,
I’ll show you how a saint can shape-shift to a savage,
I’ll make you pray to the same God you laughed at.

‘Cause I’m that mother
sweet enough to bless your plate,
mean enough to flip the whole **** table.
Try me.
Play with mine,
and I’ll DAWG walk your soul back humble.
Watch me.

You ain’t no preacher, but you saved me still,
Tatted knuckles, cold stare, but your love? Too real.
A Westside gangster with a lovers  soul,
Took a shattered heart and made it whole.

You never flinched when I snapped in pain,
Never judged the storm, just danced in my rain.
I came from chaos, broken, undone,
But you held me like I was second to none.

I got trauma stitched deep in my bones,
But with you? I ain't never felt alone.
You didn’t run from the ruins I hid,
You built a home in a place no one did.

You know my name, but call me "Free,"
Cause that's who I am when you're next to me.
I ain’t soft, but you softened the edge,
Taught me love on a different pledge.

You’re the calm in my temper, the hush in my heat,
My heart had a limp, but you made it beat.
Every wrong thought I’ve ever had—you alredy knew,
But never once threw shame like most dudes do.

You’re that slow roll down the boulevard, High fade, mind sharp, hands scarred.
But gentle with me like I’m glass in your **** ,
Calling me out,  while keeping me calm.

A gangster, yeah, but not just that,
You’re the one who listens when the whole world laughs.
You see through the mess, the mask I wear,
And you kiss my pain like it ain’t even there.

We talk dreams in my late-night smoke,
Laughed through tears when the world went broke.
I ain’t gotta explain the things I done,
You just nod, “That’s why your the one.”

You don’t talk God, but you live like grace,
A warrior with three dots written all in his face.
You fix what you didn’t break, heal what you didn’t touch,
And I never knew a gangster could love like this

So when they ask me why I ride for you...
I say, “He held me down when no one knew.
When my world got dark, he brought that light,
Didn’t save me with words—he just stayed and fought right, and He wants all the Smoke ."

You don’t need halos or heaven’s gate,
Cause you loved me bold and carried the weight.
And I swear on every scar I’ve earned,
With you is the peace I never learned.

So here’s to us—two stories deep,
Two souls that never played for keeps.
You’re my calm, my fight, my truth in the mess,
And in this world of almosts, you're my yes.

Pity the fool that fumbled me
thought love was free,
but nothing real comes without a fee.
Unconditional? Nah, I had conditions
like loyalty, truth,
and no double lives or hidden missions.

My heart ain’t healed,
just stitched up in silence,
still bleeds slow
from past love’s violence.
I gave it whole, I gave it loud
they left me hollow
but still I’m proud.

To the next soul who dares to stay,
I’ll hand you the ruins,
I won’t make you pay—
but know this truth before you fall:
you’re getting pieces,
not the all.

You’ll get my scars, my sacred mess,
my tired eyes that still confess
I want to love, I want it true,
but I no longer chase
what won’t choose me too.

So take what’s left, but tread it right,
I’m done with war disguised as light.
If you love me,
love the broken parts,
‘cause I’ve already died
a thousand starts.

I sit still, but I’m sinking fast,
thoughts race wild, tied to the past.
My chest is tight, my breath feels thin,
the weight of everything crawling in.

I try to reach, but air won’t come
just silence louder than a gun.
And all these questions haunt my head:
"Am I enough?" or better off dead?

Why do they leave, why don’t they stay?
Why does love always walk away?
B said forever, swore he’d fight
but now it’s just me in this endless night.

He was my breath of fresh, my peace,
now I’m choking on what he released.
The one I called home ain’t even near
just echoes of love I can’t hear clear.

And Andres? He plays with fire and lies,
still tryna twist truth, still wearin' disguise.
Three little girls caught in his storm,
while I’m tryna keep their spirits warm.

Lilli, Julie, and Hailey. my world,
my baby girls, my diamonds, my pearls.
And Scarlett, Serenity, and little Jo,
they need their momma more than they know.

But I’m stuck in courts, stuck in pain,
while these men play games that drive me insane.
My arms are empty, my heart’s not whole

God, how much more before you console?

I miss B, I miss peace, I miss being seen,
now I'm just stuck in someone else's dream.
I’m not the villain, I’ve just been tried
by love, by loss, by all that’s died.

And still I rise, though barely so
still fighting battles nobody knows.
If they could see the truth I bear,
they’d know this broken girl still dares

To be a mother, to stand through shame,
to hold her story without the blame.
To scream in silence, to drown in prayer,
and still believe… love’s somewhere there.

The wicked games you played with my heart
were never love—just shadows in the dark.
You dimmed my light,
hoping I’d shrink,
but I rose anyway—
even when I couldn’t think.

I loved you like my weather,
even when the skies turned gray.
I believed in your storms,
stood in the rain,
thinking maybe you'd wash the pain away.

But you didn’t.

You broke me.
Bent me.
Left me bruised in silence.
But I became a mother—
not out of pain,
but defiance.

You made me grace
in the shape of a woman
who’d rather be broken
than let her babies feel abandoned.

I sacrificed dreams
so they’d never lose sleep.
I held the weight of the world
and still found strength
to speak—

Even now.

You lie in courts,
twist truths like vines,
but you can’t erase the footsteps
that were always mine.
I was there,
when you weren't.
I gave love,
when you burnt
every bridge,
every chance,
and still,
I danced
in the fire of your absence.

You keep my daughter
like a weapon,
but I won’t raise war—
my love’s not for show,
it’s rooted in more.

No hate lives here.
Only sorrow that you lost your way.
But I—
I never left.
I never strayed.

Even when you only came in the night,
strung out and searching,
I stayed soft,
I stayed right.

Because my heart?
It don’t close.
It’s a safe place
for broken souls to grow.

But don’t mistake my love for weakness.
Don’t confuse my grace for fear.
Nothing stands in my way—
not lies,
not time,
not even you, my dear.