The SOULcial Issue: Baggage Claim
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Baggage claim
Lost souls, lost love, lost hope living in my eyes,
releasing a vivid memory every time I cry , a mixture between anger & resentment ,
I woke up and didn’t know where the time went,
This part gets hard , admitting that everyone you thought loved you is a fraud and they do it for applause ,
They could care less about the cause and effect, chasing clout and wanting to be down . Please understand always someone who you’re around ,
trying to smile through the pain , unable to attain understanding, fighting your demons a demands are demanding .
looking through the pictures and they so candidly capture the true meaning of trapped , Wasnt aware , didn’t know that evil could transfer through souls like that .
Preyed on from prison , trauma blocking your vision , got nothing left but faith so you’re holding on to religion . you choose to forgive the men that took advantage of the passion , your heart on your sleeve like that’s the new fashion ,
you’re not bashing you’re just asking to be heard , better yet you need to be felt , no complaints you’re ready to win with the hand that was dealt
, no one can help you but you , you weren’t the first won’t be the last , just a life learned lesson that life comes at you fast , your life is your story, ask yourself , who is for me ?
when the weather gets stormy , who’s going to hold your umbrella?
be careful who you let in , be careful who you defend ,
love the sinner hate the sin .
you will never win if you aren’t healed from the inside out , I pray this reaches you when you need to hear it , see it or be it
.. to my queens , you are strength, purpose and love ,
, no matter what the size of your tits ,
the shape of your lips or how wide your hips ,
you are the beauty inside , beauty defined .
To my kings , you are the power , we watch you hide the pain , world on your shoulders , penitentiary chances for monetary gain
our expectations sometimes to high , then when you get locked up we leave , leaving you high and dry
now you have to face the fact that those things were not things that you would need , to be king .
Excerpt from “VENT BELOW “
Tiara Walton