Lack

We them people

That should be broke

Like concrete

Don’t know how to be discreet

Because we live what we speak

We move against the tide

Waxing and waning like the moon

We are the ones that dance

When we should cry

Have faith when all seems lost

But we bounce back

Like 4 flats on a Cadillac

Even when people throw daggers

In our backs

Living a life of hope

So we never lack


Love always, Ayesha