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Dec 2016
One  must learn from the mistakes no matter how long it takes.
I once use to tell myself that i was always the one to blame.
Man that use to drive me insane.
Crying out to The Most High Screaming and shouting his name.
Taking Beatings from feeling guilty hurt and shame.
like my heart was the target and Everyone had an perfect aim.
Stomp on used and abused by everyone I opened up to that came.
But everytime I got played like a video game.
So One day I desired to smoke me some mary jane.
I wanted so badly to drown my sorrow with her frame.
Just to numbing the pain Like novicane.
Until I was left with nothing but brokeness, stupidity, and a blind fool who was lame.
Negative Nancy Is whom I became.
The tears kept falling but yet I couldnt began to explain.
I felt stuck like my I was living my life in vain.
Like a house fire I was inflamed
How do you put out a fires flame?
Its by dancing in the rain.
Im telling you is a refreshing experience It was almost like It washed away the ***** stain.
Went in the storm muddy but came out of it never to be the same.
Thru the pain It was strength I've gain. 
The trails, tribulations, the hurricanes, storms and tornadoes I overcame.
Thru Yah I was able to Say Its Victory that I proclaim.
I pray that helps whip you into shape.
I guess I just needed my earth to quake.
Expose the fake that slithering among me as snakes.
We are human beloved sometimes We are do not bake  like the perfection of a bakerys cake.
So unfortunately sometimes our hearts do break.
But you are still A SUPERWOMAN even if you dont wear a cape.
Dont let this heartbreak be your way of drowning in a kryptonite lake.
Arise, and mediate,
All the bad vibes shake, shake, shake!
you have to Remember is that each breathe we take is way of escape.
I pray That you come out fruitful like a vine of ripen grapes.
From my heart to yours my beloved Agape
Tashea Young
Written by
Tashea Young  Pennsylvania
(Pennsylvania)   
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