Gift VII

God bless your mom
A stressful time you two are upon
Dear God
Grant me words that'll ease the pain
Stop any tears and release the strain
When my pen leaks of praying
It speaks for four people
You, your mom, my first sister and Khadjiah
I ask God to send you love and healing
I happily cut my sleeve and
Create treatment from what I'm feeling
We all are walking through the night searching for the sun
And the moon ain't even shining anymore for some
So we're in pitch-black darkness
But fear not, that's what the purpose of my art is
To remind us we're heart-ists
We thrive in the darkness because we're our own light
Anyone around us
On them we shine bright
So to you,
Thank you for inspiring me
Continue to help your mom with her desires and needs
Although you're already doing your best tirelessly
Try to fight the stress, please
Don't succumb.
To your mom,
Thank you for your blessing of a daughter
Tell her you love and appreciate her for the extra miles she's walking
As for your stroke
If it has you feeling like a burden
I speak for your daughter when I say you're tenfold worth it
That's coming from a motherless child
So if you don't look at each other and smile because of this poem…
I've failed as an artist,
Let alone heart-ist.
To my sister,
Who can't wait to move on
What if I told you we won't be struggling too long?
I believe success awaits me through song
I'll discover happiness in this lifetime and put you on
You want everyone to stand on their own two feet
I'll get myself straight in time where you're still alive and you see
And you don't see it from Heaven like our mother
We just gotta continue to hold on
Because we literally have no but each other.
(…I probably should be the last one to say something like that, I may sound like a hypocrite)
And Khadjiah,
Thank you for being my friend this long
Jealousy makes me wanna not be your friend anymore
A couple times I even cut you off
Listening to my demons talk
Self struggle is a bigger issue than I even thought
But with the grace of God I've grown as a person
No more am I bothered by your love struggles when you tell me you're hurting
I can focus on what's most important on my end
Doing my job when you're in need of a friend
Been asked me to pray for you
I'm just now bleeding in pen
Forgive me for not taking my heart and bleeding right then and there
But long as you know that I care
…I guess I can forgive myself then
Gift seven.