The Short End Of The Stick

From birth, we questioned our worth. No father’s love detected, feeling alone and unprotected. Can this somehow be connected to why we feel so rejected?

Your purpose in life, is to remove the stress and strife of others, but have you ever wondered, who has you covered? We always have everyone else’s back but who holds you down when you’re being attacked?

They build pedestals for snow flake to sit upon, their feelings for her, conclusions foregone. The love of her daddy and of her man, she holds their affection in the palm of her hand.

Life comes in and out of you, tell me what the hell are we to do, when once again, they don’t come through, what are WE supposed to do?

Through your gestation came the birth of a nation. The back bone of society, in this you take pride you see. Like Cleopatra and Nefertiti, Queens are what we were born to be, that blood flows through us…automatically.

My sista’s, no matter the circumstances, we’ll always take our chances. This ain’t no chick flick, there’s no bag full of magic tricks. A win is what I’ll predict, so go on and take your pick, just make sure it’s NOT the short end of the stick!