She WAS...
She WAS broken, mishandled, tortured & ignored, unloved, beaten, lied on, yet adored...for all the wrong reasons, she is me...maimed & mistaken..a party girl in the making..at 13, she didn't know how beautiful she was...devoid direction, a lost soul seeking luv... Her mouth piece sounds off...from the abuse she has to hide....an incapable mother... Generational curses... I lie, from embarrassment & shame...my ass was too fass... I wanted completely out of her grasp...Out of all the wrongdoing she had to endure, people often wonder how could she be sure...confident & free, she is me...no longer full of insecurities for the world to see.... She gave in to fear, year after year. Still longing for luv..her outlet was drugs...it lessened the pain and the strain yet again... a myriad of friends whose day didn't begin... with random thoughts of suicide, God healed her & released her desire to get high...for years, she said Lord, just let me in, I promise I won't do these drugs again! Day after day, and year after year, she lied to the Savior til the day it would end...she was faced with the truth...alcohol she abused... to shield her from the hand she was dealt...it was used, as an excuse to disprove the mother to be...she came from a dysfunctional family...Full circle she came from being broken instead... mishandled, tortured & ignored; she'd dread..the reality of it was... there was always a door... of unlimited possibilities for her thru the Lord...her mother was incapable, so she said...but SHE WAS anointed ...the old her is dead...thank God for the beauty inside her from birth...after all, she WAS broken; now comes the REBIRTH... Straight out of this story of torture & dread...came a beautiful nappy headed QUEEN instead.
- Jasira
- Jasira