Be Strong
I don't want to cry, but it hard to hold back the tears when things are going wrong. I just what to scream Lord why me am I so bad that you do not hear me. Am all aolne no one to turn to. More pain, More tears, all the joy has one out of my life. I turn every way I see no way out. Am holding on to a robe but it gave away and I fell again.why me what did I do so bad. Am up and down, Am a srong Black woman, Not a mad black woman. I know there is some way out, am waiting to find away to climb out. This has mess me up some bad. Pleas God hear my cry I need your help. I don't want know DRAMA.
I know I can be on the top again but how long down in the pit. I need someone to give me a robe and pull me out the pit, and wash me off. I would do anything is there someone out there they can pull me out of this pit, before I get lost and further, am calling begging please someone help me.
I want to close the door on this bad dream and come out with a TKO. This time am going to win. Know more pain, tear, heartache, disappointments, trust in the wron person. Am not going to cry any more I have cry until my eyes is swollen shut. Am going to be stron.
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