Written By Shayla D Smith
Working the Mind, the time, land, or hand,
Bringing rosy cheeks
A pink nose
Your Children are who you inspire.
I've been a Mother, a Wife in ways ,a Sister, and a Daughter.
By just keeping myself involved and half-way alive.
Did you grow with the Bounty or....
Did you learn to let that all go?
That part of Me I feel almost died.....
Growing high,
Or down below.
Every Great Man does it without thinking.
You at least have a child, grows deep
You that you hold grows together.
This is what I say to my inner Child...........
"I gave you a new dress and slippers, Cinderella."
I think I can do my make-up better than you!
In all this turmoil and confusion I just want to say,
"Knowledge is Something earned.
It takes patience and it is a gift.
We must be worthy of it and not selfish.
In any gift you have to serve where you feel the Spirit.
Learn how the Spirit feels to you.
It will save you years of your life."
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