I am all of those things

I am all of those things 

I am a fragile, scattered, complex waste of space 

Who is constantly praying that God will show me grace 

And take away my pain

Take me away from this Earth 

To a place where I can finally rest 

I am all of those things 

I am exhausted, weary, and broken

Trying to collect all of the pieces scattered in time

Trying to rebuild a foundation 

So that maybe next time I won’t be left picking up the pieces

Left building brick by brick

I am all of those things 

I am determined that last time will be the last time

And the next time they won’t get me

The next time I’ll just mind my Black ass business 

So that hopefully there won’t be a next time