I'm stuck inside a line. Caught behind a rhyme. Trying to dig my way out without committing crimes.
It's hard when you work 24/7 with so little pay.
You got mouths to feed bills to pay.
Shoes to buy to cover bare feet. Car payments to make.
Love becomes 2nd place, a hope, a dream that you think could take place. You want it so bad, but working becomes 1st place.
So you block out the hurt, block out the pain. Despair seems to be second nature.
Gotta be strong. Gotta survive-
Your kids are watching
The whole world is looking, it seems.
To see if you crumble, if you fall under the pressure.
They are hoping, you break free from the past, that hangs on your neck like dirty rags.
I will. I will break free and make myself a name.
Rue @2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
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"They are hoping, you break free from the past, that hangs on your neck like dirty rags."
You are much more optimistic than I, Rue. I believe many are waiting for you to fall, because it means more for them. Which is why you need to hang onto those voices who believe in you.
Keep breaking through.
@2liveis2fly
Thanks Bryan...I appreciate your words ...always. My best friend use to help me with my writing. I miss that friendship more than anything..More than sex..More than anything,.
love Rue
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