Every since my Daddy died… it seems like everybody got their own thang going on. And everybody doing me bogus. But deep deep down, I like the transparency! So call me the bounce back kid. My aspirations started off small but my heart is big. So let the thunder roll. Let the branches fall. Let the drums be beaten with heavy palms. I am ready for the rolling sound of a crackling story unfolding with every turn of an aging page. Standing in the glory of God’s glow.
People can talk ill on me but the real ones know. I may be broken down to the floor the day before. But the truth will always rise to the top. Like the sound of jubilee and laughter on the block. Come to me for the heated love that boiled over. Till you blow out the steam. I’m the cheerleader that kept on shaking pom-poms for the losing team. Anything to fan the flames of a fleeing dream.
Love always, Esha ❤
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