Hairdressers daughter,
Momma wanted her to make farther without a father
Couldn't even manage an alama matar
From the far South, no clue how to keep her legs closed, nor her **** mouth
These blackhole guys with their cast oil lies, let her keep the disguise
That she don't know better
The 'basic' girl, she fits it to the letter
But she's actually pretty clever
Just miserable, intent on making things intense for the individuals who fall for her ******* lust, their faces change fast when they see the red plus
She hits them with 'whats that mean for us? How this gonna go down?"
They give her money to get out of town, they choke
Little do they know it's all a joke, one gift store test puts her with the best of all con artists, its a high for her, but she still don't feel
Until one day it all got real
That equation on a stick that helped her get rich, she couldn't go through with it
Came back and latched hard. 9 whole months,
Had to become a hairdresser, took out her phone, clicked on 'mom' and called her
"You're gonna have a granddaughter"

There is a gentle stillness
a quiet surrendering
a lingering calm
where I long to stay
before the quiet wave
of evening
becomes too soon
another day

Father, draw me close
enfold my weariness
and give me peace,
surrendered.
And tomorrow when I wake
grant your Holy Spirit
to face the battle strong,
I pray

it's going to be a long day
long night
long morning
whats the difference
if you don't


sleep



anyways.

(F)or all the
t(o)ugh times
that (c)alled
for (u)ltimate
(s)trength...
remember
them..

It feels like darkness surrounding me.
It feels like monsters are everywhere.
It feels like I can’t do anything to stop it.
It feels like I’m saying too much.
It feels like I’m not allowed to be here.
It feels like I can’t stop repeating myself.
If feels like I’m Broken.