cause I got left behind an wasn't told what to bring,
startled by others love of material things,
left me clueless in search of my own dreams,
silently sitting up all alone,
trying to quiet the voices that continuously roam,
throughout my thoughts of shattered lies,
forced into beliefs of shattered ties and false alibi's..
a price on my head to be fulfilled between my thighs,
on that constant journey of still I rise.
Voncia Lesettajo Nichols©2014
(Dr. Momma Maya Angelou. Tribute)