WHEN THE HOPE COST YOU AT THE BARE TIME
Am now becoming tough
that greatness might not
be in my hand but am starching it out.
My history is not my destiny, that why
I don’t
care if you know me well but am
fighting not to go back to my mom the
same way
she saw me yesterday and if
your trying to define me as I was yesterday
that
means you don’t know me at all
. I thought I told everyone.
They told me its late but am still waiting.
They are all
weak but am still fighting,
they have all gone but am still here.
My history is
not my destiny !!!
Am standing firm because
I owe someone a smile and
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