Father, why me?
I know I'm not perfect and I keep making mistakes but is this necessary?
I know I didn't appreciate everything at every moment but why me?
I know sometimes I say things out of spite but may I please take it back?
I know I could have made better choices but may I have another chance?
I could have changed things as time progressed through life
But selfishness and society taught us nothing of sacrifice
Racism ran the streets and it taught little kids to grow up, no self esteem
I used to think, is this necessary God? What happened to the American Dream?
I know I can't blame the past and my decisions have been mine
But please Father, why me? I love and I yearn for true wisdom and happiness.
Has all of this been necssary God? These struggles through life?
I grew up by learning on my own
And raised my sisters to do the same
Through all griefs and battles in life my girls are my constants
We have struggled together since birth
Strength stems from strife
Battle scars are no longer shameful but represent honor and motivation
There's this perspiration comes from perseverance and dedication
I see, God. This was necessary to create me.