Sick...Tired...

I'm sick...and I'm tired...

Of being strong because weak men don't get respect
Don't feel like no one feel the pressure in my neck
Except that I am here and feeling the need to neglect
A reality so true I turn my head to cry
My energy is leaving me slowly
I'm sure they can see it in my eyes
In the few tears I manage to be strong enough release
Knowing they have been wanting to cleanse my soul
For so long...too strong...weak...still holding on...

Although I'm sick...tried...tired because I'm sick
Still, I tried to be strong and hold on for so long
Until I realized letting go took more strength
In my weakness I found rest
Took the next breathe and loved for the last time
My daughter said
"There was so much wisdom in him knowing his time had come"
Her sitting next to me on my death bed
Made her want to live
All the things I could not give her in my life
She has now, sitting on the top of
Ancestral Shoulders

Kiddo remember my lessons
I know trouble don't last long
Been around long enough to know
What the spirit fight through and win
The body must execrate
Troublesome as it may be
I would not trade the journey my Lord gave me
The joy, love, laughter, memories,
Balanced life's scale for me
The children, my Children's, children...Children
Children, live and don't fight to love the process of life
Fear not death or it's assignment
It's all purposed for such a time as this...


*in loving memory of our ancestors*


by, Marie Chante' Flowers