For The Strong Sisters

See, this isn't for the sisters who gave up,

This is for the strong sisters who stood up.

This is for the sisters who birth their child...

And patted their backs when they cried aloud.

This is for the sisters who didn't need welfare

Because they walked three miles in the snow to catch a bus on Blair.

This isn't for the sisters who smoked their drugs and drank their liquor...

This is for the sisters who educated the young one's to say no to drugs and alcohol.

This isn't for the sisters who would party and act wild,

This is for the sisters who stayed home and played with their child.

This isn't for the sisters who met Mike on Monday, Tim on Tuesday and Will on Wednesday,

No, no, this is for the sister who can count on one hand how many men she's been with.

This isn't for the sisters who cried I'm tired!

This is for the sisters who said, got to keep pushing just on more mile.

This isn't for the sisters who dropped out,

This is for the sisters who continued on learning.

This isn't for the sisters who partied every weekend,

This is for the sisters who praised in church for their sins.

This isn't for the sisters who always says no!

This is for the sisters who grabs your hand and says together we will grow.

This isn't for the sisters who depends on a man,

This is for the sisters who says to themselves, I am my own best friend.

This isn't for the sisters who kept quite...

This is for the sisters who fought for their rights aloud.

This is for the strong sisters...

So stand up and be proud.

This is for the strong sisters

So keep going and keep that smile...

My strong sister!

TIRED

I'm tired of starving for your love...

When will I be able to eat?

I'm tired of chasing you over hills and mountains...
When will I be able to rest?

I'm tired of helping...

When will I be helped?

I'm tired of playing hide n seek...

When will I find you?

I'm tired of crying a river...

When will my tears dry?

I'm tired of the lying...

Why does my heart feel like, over and over it keeps dieing?

Why do we always argue and fight?

I'm trying to hold onto the little strength with all my might.

Why when I text, you don't text back?

Feels like I'm running in circles on a track.

Why do you kiss me but yet make me cry?

Why do you keep stabbing my soul, slowly causing it to die?

Why do I continue to let you do what you do to me?

Caged in a prison of obligation, when will I be free?

Why do I continue to hold it down?

But when I ask you a question you clown.

Why do you say "I Love You?"

When you know you claiming another boo.

Why when we are alone, I'm everything in your world...

But when I called your phone it was another girl?

If this is all a bad dream...

Then I'm tired of sleeping.

Is it that you are trying to spare feelings?

Why don't you just tell the truth?

So I can exhale and start brand new...