Oh How I Cried
I’m wondering
How can I raise my daughter?
If I can label myself
An angry black woman
I see my flaws as weakness
Wanna be closer to God-
Maybe I lack the personality
Sometimes I’m so down
-& out
I’m sure I am the last person
He would want to hear from
The last to call on his name
The last
He would ever want ‘thanks’ from
The very last...
All I wanted to ever do these last
Seven (7) months
Was to do right by my baby
Help her to grow happy
In a loving place
Show her that love comes from
Within
How am I supposed to teach her?
How…
When I’m so angry
How…
If I walk around with a lot less than
A little faith
I’ve tried walking in the path of the righteous
But always do I fail,
Always do I feel
Like it won’t get better
B/c that path was made for the strong
So Who Am I
I fear for my daughter to
Rise into a path of hate
----like I
Rise into believing that
She is not heard
I need her not to be like
ME….
How do I teach her things?
Things that I don’t even know
How to pray
How to believe
How to have faith in& love God
How to love
How??????
If my life is so full of hatred
& chaos
How... if what I need her to know
Is the exact opposite, in many ways, of me
In my body
My heart
&my soul
I want to be close to Jesus
In my body
My heart
&my soul
Deep down in my soul
I need to be close to God
I just feel like I am
Hopeless& helpless
In his eye
Like I have no sense of purpose
I cry because I want help
I cry because I need help
I cry because no one wants to help
I cry because no one knows how to