Top notch dinner I made in the oven,
Deep-conditioning my hair,
Doin’ algebraic equations in between.
Multi tasking is my life now.
& a steady beat of my heart,
I will grasp all that is in my reach.
Callous words and dim grey areas in between,
All transcends to tangible reward,
the fruit of the seeds I’ve sown and the end of
nights in which I weep.
I cannot say that what I will earn,
from my every push to succeed,
Can be touched by those who examine
The life I so chose to lead,
It is however entirely felt by me.
if that’s the conclusion you’ve come to when people have issues with you,
Because either you are in denial of ‘what you have’ being what people would want,
or you just gave up trying to understand how someone can’t like you and picked the wrong answer.
I’ve been able to earn enough to give all my family presents, including helping fill under a tree for a precious little boy, who’s finally asleep, regretfully since he got a train table. He’s in love. Wonderful Christmas this year, indeed.