Sometimes I was early and sometimes I arrived late. Put so many people on, always shared my plate. Made em’ carryout boxes while they ate. Was born into calamity but always knew I was great! Living as I continue to rise above the hate. Always managed to be there for others, always saved the date. Carried my life on my shoulders like boulders until I found the spot God wanted me to stand on. I got standards, not falling for the fake. Life taught me how to be, move and speak what I spake. Don’t count my eggs before they hatch. Now’s no time to celebrate. Life is fleeting. Life is fragile but it’s okay. When you get up after being down – know that age is just a number, so keep counting. Rely on that strength to fulfill your destiny and elevate. Remember, the darker the berry, the sweeter the fruit. The deeper it’s planted, the stronger the roots.
INSIGHT: I wrote this piece in response to how I was feeling. Sometimes, I find myself in the abyss of loneliness and despair. As I reel and toil over the inevitable disappointments, I remember. I recall the times God has had my back and I think of all the times I’ve been blessed for what I do for others. I understand that no good deed goes unnoticed. I will be okay knowing my kindness isn’t weakness and the universe will validate my love and give me the wisdom in whom deserves my energies.
Not going to lie, it hurts really bad when you do good and humanity kicks you in the teeth. But I say to you, keep going! Don’t stop being kind-hearted. You can’t change your nature if you’re a nurturer.
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