What do you see when you look me
Do you see the struggle that I live and breathe
Each day I pray for change but it’s as if I’m praying in vein I see no change
You love me for my greatness it becomes my blindness
And hate me when my eyes are wide open refusing to be your token
Truth be told these words I’ve spoken
don’t make me no token
The truth winds its way of my powerful tongue
And hits you full force it’s a form of torture to you but for me it’s my pleasure
The tables have turned the oppressed return to being blessed
Once again in a righteous place of true greatness……

Cocoa rose 2016 (c) 🌹❤️💛💚