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As time goes by between us.
Stay you.
Stay this same beautiful woman before me.

Seek no plastic surgery or even dye your hair.
Stay you.
You forever have my love.
Yes, forever.

If you pick up weight?
It is what it is.
I am sure you'll see a different with me.
That just the way life goes.

Stay you, the soul I came to know.
Attitude and all.

Let's soak in simply getting old.
We are wiser.
We are more precious than ever before.
Long, after I am gone, there be some truth and lots of fabrication.
Some never involved in the situations.
Many rumors will circulate, they mainly do.

You in life will find someone quickly to talk about you.
Some, who never even met you?
In that process progression, they will divulge what someone told them.

Hell-always starts when your life ends.
You know, a strong woman intimidates a weak man.
You know that man very, very well.
Cry about that strong woman working and striving.

The one that remember mom staying home raising the kids.
Weak and intimidated men forget this where strength begins.

Weak men upset with strong women.
Those that stand firm in their opinion and speaks their minds.
Not those quiet ones that only ready to speak.
When caught cheating upon them.

A strong woman fights and impress.
Many weak men gripe and can't stand them

Forget the narrative their man is hen-peck.
That more fictional than on truth facts.
Like, a cracked mirror.
You broke me, just took the steam of living out of me.
Then one day you came back to apologize.

Like, a fool.
I took you back again to find out the next day you were gone again.
And I hate to admit this but it's with truth.
I take you back again.

Because like a fool I refuse to adapt and learn.
From all the mistakes I have made.

I guess
I guess love has ruin me to love another.
Yes, I guess I am that fool refusing to learn.
Yes, I am that fool.
When I saw you?
I saw it.
All within your eyes and smile.
Yes, love looked me in the eyes the moment we met.
Yes, it's true.

You spoke so vibrantly.
Which deeply impressed me.
Yes, love, love, looked me in my eyes the day we met.

And it never, never, never faded away.
I see stars beaming whenever I look at you.
Girl. there is something so very special about you.
Mothers doesn't as for much in life.
Except, making mama proud.
Most likely, we heard this line as youth.

Concerning life, concerning school.
Some of us succeed.
Some of us fail in making mama proud.

None wants to see that child behind walls of prisons.
But this, we're not making mama proud.
Some sons making prison life a revolving door visit.

Then sit there and cry if she can't or not allow to visit.
Then try to blame it upon the system.
Same with many daughters too.

Then, there are the success stories of truth.
Where many excel in life in making mama proud?

No, not that they were perfect in any way.
But had vision to achieve things going forth to hear, baby you have made mama proud.

Sons and daughters is it that hard to do.
Why are you scared?
Is it because of your past?
Like Malcolm stated the rooster come home to stay.

Just why?
Are you scared or intimidated?
Are you afraid of this revenge factor?
If they should act out?
Oh, for sure, yes for sure.
The narrative might not be what you like?

Especially, when guns might be involved.
What you had done in the past by being violent.
You now will find the same coming your way.

Now, we get it too why you are afraid?
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