Hot tears trickle down her warm brown skin.
Her dark brown eyes transpose into a deep scarlet
as she writes in attempt to escape reality
She wonders,
"Is this real life right now"
Her thoughts are scattered.
Her brain is throbbing.
"What have I done now?"
Her heart is heavy.
Her soul is broken.
"Will I ever be enough?"
She drops to her knees,
And whispers a plead,
Crying "Lord Please!"
Those hot tears overflowing
In her sea of disappointment
That she never thought she'd see again.
That new year's happiness is now
A year behind her.
"2017 is my come up!"
She told herself the first of the year.
But it seems like she's been frequently downed
Day by day.
She wants to understand why
Everything she had hope and faith in
Is giving up on her?
Her confidence is coming to an abrupt stop
And seems to be turning on her.
The only thing she knows how to do
Is pray for better days and to respond in better ways.
All this and more
Comes from the heart and mind
Of a little brown girl.
