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The Ends of my Hair

Grow through it

By Butterfly Nation Published 2 years ago 1 min read
The Ends of my Hair
Photo by Trey Gibson on Unsplash

I don’t know what’s gotten into me

I’m bout to take the paper and put the pen to me.

You know get my shxt up mentally

Time to stop fxckn around and beware of my enemies.

Take note ,

Everybody ain’t a kin to me even if it’s family

Everybody know how to pretend to be

This life shxt ain’t funny

That’s why we all about our money

You know don’t wanna be dummy

Never be on bummy.

Time to stay afloat.

People be foul from start,

Yeah I know that in my heart.

Don’t stay around playing no dumb part.

I had to learn that too

With all we grow through it.

Time time to smarten up

Time to know everybody ain’t gon have a change of heart.

Tryna get our people to wake up and raise up

Everyday getting that cake up

Thanking the man above with a little praise up.

It could be worst but I ain’t dead, in jail, or in a hearse.

Learning my worth.

Deciding who to put first.

No more feeling hurt

Feelings getting buried down in the dirt.

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Butterfly Nation

Here you may get a love poem, a sad story, business content, life development stories, and self-care tips. READ YOUR POISON!

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago

    Mic drop! That was so intense and I loved it!

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