I try to tell you my story, but it's hard to explain
To make you understand this life I live The road I've traveled and the journey I'm on Trying to find this place called homeSee, don't get it twisted when I say home I don't mean a house I mean a place of happiness and peace, of freedom, and love Home Sometimes I feel like I'm trapped in a world and I can't get out And no one understands just how I feel Nobody cares because to them it's not real depressed and lonely scared and sad beat down and tired lost and mad Trying to make a way out of no way But they don't understand just how I feel I'm trying to show them that this THIS IS REAL wake up get the kids ready for school lay back down get up clean up cook put the kids to bed then I do it all over again everyday everyday EVERY SINGLE DAYAnd I am so tired stressed out, worried, concerned ,confused How am I gonna pay this How am I gonna pay that I don't even got a dollar in my pocket I got a penny in my hand so here I stand hoping, praying ,searching for a way To turn this penny into a brighter day shoes clothes field tripsbook fairs fundraisershaircutsand the list goes on and onWhat is a single mother to do Thoughts of calling their father and screaming "I NEED YOUWHY ARE YOU NOT HELPING DON'T YOU UNDERSTANDTHESE ARE YOUR KIDS TOOBE A MAN"But then reality sets in andI don't waste my breathSee, I know I can't make him into a manSo this is on me And as I sit here today I pray that the Lord will make a way To bring me out of poverty Another victim of society Another statistic young single black mother no husband no help no hope no dreams Well I guess that's what it seems But if you knew me you would see the fire that burns in me The motivation to do better The anticipation to be better Than what I am today and who I was yesterday To live up to my true potential as the woman I know I will be The woman I know I can beTo raise my boys to be strong educated black men and my daughter to be a strong independent black woman To not be victimized by their shortcomings but to give hope to every little black boy and girl who was raised by a single mother struggling day after day Who put her dreams a side to be a better mother, a fighter, a provider, A strong black woman I AM
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