Sick of it

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No matter what I do

Its not good enough for you

I cant even play

Without being yelled at about a mistake

He can hit me

But what I can't hit back

It's like the devil tries to get me

Why does he have it out for me?

What have I done?

What will happen when I have a son?

Keep on they all say

Fight your blues

We all make mistakes

Your young do as you please

How can I do that with these chains around me

Trying to keep me enslaved

Try to take my freedom away

Well guess again

Cause I will not be your mental slave

I have lots of things to say

You will not conquer me

Im a Queen in my own being

No one can stop me

Except for myself

Think again

My brain is a powerful weapon

To many thoughts and ideas floating around

To many people think they wear a crown

I dont understand whats going around

~Ayanna❤

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