I did

I did pick up the pieces from a once broken heart and like heat that can melt iron I molded my pieces that fell from shattered tattered stepped and played heart clumps not kept well...promised by the taker the receiver...the bully that through away care like Baberuth threw...

I did stand up straight after torn and worn and bent over like Kunta Kente and like slaves from back in the day like horses permanently galloping and being used to carry some girls dream right before she reaches the altar. I forced the hump or the doctor slump like scollioses moved it, shoved it and stood up straight...straight like being caught off gaurd...straight like opposite of homo...

I did dust myself off after I fell and tripped side swiped I slipped or pushed...didn't matter couldn't tell, the time spent down didn't clown no it didn't snitch because I jumped back up so quick I'm not a b**** nooo I'm rough and tough like the summers sun no mercy naw I can run so no matter how many times I fall of if again you try to push I did I will I will do it again dust myself off because I alwas win.

This lifting of pieces and standing up straight this motion of movement from dust off my face has brought me to him. The him who is he the I will be we...LOL let me stop...I'm working on me.

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