But, I know I have to get thru it
There be nothing but pain
and everything to gain
I breath in deep
drop to my knees
and let lose the reins
1...2...
God, please me, I don't know what to do
3...4...
The tears begin to pour
5...6...
I scream "FUCK this shit!"
7...8...
My world begins to disintegrate
9
Breath
10
Breath
Done!
I stand up, roll up my sleeves, and straighten my crown
'cause that's how a Queens got to be.
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A friend from my old job liked to rap, and wanted me to try free style. I'm as white as can be, and could not find a rhythm, so I wrote this poem.
I was inspired by many ideas. In the show Lost, Jack Shepard would allow himself 10 seconds of freak out, then he would move on. I also read a lot of Phillipa Gregory books. In those books being Queen never meant your life was easy of safe. I could never understand how they survived everything that happened to them, but they did, for a time. They just had to straighten their crowns and move on.
So with everything that happened with my Mom, and having to just stand their and watch, not being able to do anything, was hard. The release of stress and pain came at the most awkward times. One moment I would be fine and the next in tears. So, I started to give my self to the count of 10. Let everything out, but the second I hit 10, I would have to move on.
That is what this poem is about. I can't allow any of my pain to rule me. I am Queen here.
There be nothing but pain
and everything to gain
I breath in deep
drop to my knees
and let lose the reins
1...2...
God, please me, I don't know what to do
3...4...
The tears begin to pour
5...6...
I scream "FUCK this shit!"
7...8...
My world begins to disintegrate
9
Breath
10
Breath
Done!
I stand up, roll up my sleeves, and straighten my crown
'cause that's how a Queens got to be.
---------------------------
A friend from my old job liked to rap, and wanted me to try free style. I'm as white as can be, and could not find a rhythm, so I wrote this poem.
I was inspired by many ideas. In the show Lost, Jack Shepard would allow himself 10 seconds of freak out, then he would move on. I also read a lot of Phillipa Gregory books. In those books being Queen never meant your life was easy of safe. I could never understand how they survived everything that happened to them, but they did, for a time. They just had to straighten their crowns and move on.
So with everything that happened with my Mom, and having to just stand their and watch, not being able to do anything, was hard. The release of stress and pain came at the most awkward times. One moment I would be fine and the next in tears. So, I started to give my self to the count of 10. Let everything out, but the second I hit 10, I would have to move on.
That is what this poem is about. I can't allow any of my pain to rule me. I am Queen here.
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