THIS AIN'T MY HOME    

So often we are owned by loneliness
Consumed with doubt and fear
Tortured by our choices
Drench in sorrow and tears;
Our children don’t listen
Our men don’t care
Our families take advantage of us
Our feelings tumble in despair;
The boss treats us like crap
Spitting game, it’s all the same
Expecting us not to notice
And it drives us insane;
Gas is too freaking high
Kids are in constant need
This thing and that thing too
Yet I’d give them the blood I bleed;
No matter how smart we are
No matter how much we do
It seems that dreams of success
Just won’t find us too;
Friends come and go like the wind
Some we want to stay and some we give away
But all good things end;
Life is a struggle for all who breathe
If you think it’s easier for him than you
You are being deceived;
I’ve a story to tell and I’ll scream until the end
I have a father in heaven and joy is my friend
I can’t take any more of this worry
I refuse the fear and doubt
This isn’t my journey to succumb to
So I might as well just shout;
This is just a brief part of the life I was born to live
Just a sweet song in the testimony I was born to give;
I was born to shine and that I now own
I was given this world
But it surely ain’t my home.
~QueenFolayan~