My Inner Me

Chile' Please!

Ever since I was a little black girl, all they ever did was talk.

Look a little deeper and they never were about that walk.

"Chile, Please" said the old lady.

Her words lit up the wisdom in me.

Those two words forever meant to be.

Next day, went to school with a new spirit, like new clothes.

Hearing the fellow girls talk the he said, she said, and they know about everybody.

The fellow boys speak about the things they never do.

I continue walking past, laughing at words so untrue.

The old lady spoke "Chile, Please"

I walk down the street, I hear

"You never gonna make it."

"She thinks she better than everybody."

"Let me tell you what I know about her."

Chin up high, strut with my walk, forward and never backward.

The old lady speaks "Chile, Please"

It's a Sunday Morning, Grand Rising

Spirit burning brighter than the sun.

I open my windows looking at the great Mississippi.

The wind blowing on my right, hair trying to go along with the air.

The tune in my head keeping me humble.

Turning right, I see two people walking each step they take here come trouble.

They say

"It's never too late to repent."

The old lady spoke "Chile Please"

I closed my windows, still feeling my inner me.

I see my friend, my dear friend.

She say

"They talking about you girl, said you need to get it together."

In my hand was a cup of coffee, I sipped an said. "Chile please."

I looked in her eyes, lit up with the wisdom. She understood too, with those two words.

She smirked, and she said. "Chile Please"

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