my mother
Bala Ibrahim@ibrahimbala043093
1 month ago
lately I've been worried-sick about the look in your eyes
It always makes it feel like to talk to you, I'd have to get high.
Then again it's so easy to get mad talking with you
So I just ignore it and pretend that there nothing to do
I don't need you to be my channel to Complain
That be my easiest method to get a Migraine
I just want to move forward and not think about this Lane.
That's gotta be step two in embracing this pain.
I rest to take away the pain but it always recharges as well
What is no longer comfortable is remaining in my Shell
You seem to think that there's still a lot to draw-up from my well.
Only you won't see the impossibility from where I fell
But I know that this story is for us both to tell.
Who on earth knows how well to be a Son?
Signify so that we can take turns
There's just something about us first-borns
Even more unique when you are the only one.
Women are the ones who need understanding but have little of that to go round. They are the PROBLEM and the SOlution