"Im doing great"... is what I say when they ask about my day. My skin glows, my hair grows, I can smell the sweetness of happiness tickling my nose.
Not your typical concrete rose, I come from a loving home, and supportive community but that didn't stop me from straying further into the side of darker mentalities.
You can never really understand until you start to feel yourself sink every time your foot and the ground meets. Reaching for a hand, stepping into quicksand.
Something like when Ledisi said I'm a woman... except the pieces of me are confusing. My cry for help is all in the music. The slow melodic beat and the strained vocals that match the thoughts within me.
I don't think I can be a New Edition to your family, because I definitely can't stand the rain. I think I've endured enough pain,
and though I've have many blessed days.. there are times where walking by faith has literally driven me insane.
- Donna
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PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts of a young black girl, expressing herself in a very open and honest way about her experiences and feelings.
