When I look at you I see beauty
You can’t see it because someone took it away from you Real Talk, you gave it to them.
I see strength when I see you
You can’t feel it because you were robbed of it and you never fought to get it back.
When I look at you I see life; you are dead, more like the walking dead.
Get up and make it to your knees, that’s the position that you need to be in anyway, praying is what I mean!
Knee jobs are for praying; the laying, no, let’s try something different now,
The staying, no, let’s not even go this time, because your self control is shot, you’re hot, the spot, nope you can not!
When I look at you I see hope, that tomorrow, from all that sorrow, those tears, resulting from fears, that pain, from the slain, your mind is broken due to that token, that you accepted freely without conditions, did I mention, the pension, you never got it.
Damn, that’s messed up, but so what, still let me help you up,
I’m your sista!
TY Madison If you are going to be your sister’s keeper, then be her keeper. Help her up when she fall; tell her what got you over and how you barely made it out. Tell her how you still struggle to this day and that it’s not easy. Tell her how you cried, played the fool, did the fooling, was a thief, the other woman, a whore, a slutt, a bad parent, a manipulator…tell her WHO YOU WERE so that she can properlyHEAL. Be her keeper!!!