Life's lessons developed my tough exterior. Been abandoned by dad at 1yo. Been abandoned by mom at 11yrs old. Nyia's dad abandoned and left me to play both roles. Whats a girl to do? Wipe those tears and keep it moving, right?
Main topic: What about me?
Not looking for sympathy at all...im already a quarter century old.
But now i have a host of family and friends that show me a special kinda support. a kind of support that isnt support at all.
For so many people, i have to be their foundation, or be a root to their tree.i stay out of the limelight and do my job as a friend. i support the leaves and branches. hold the weight of the water for their growth.
They know who to call when they have problems: "Kia, can i borrow something?" "Kia, can u listen to my lenthly story on how i lost my job" "Kia, can u watch my kids while i go to the ER bc RAY RAY whipped my ass again?" "Kia, can i crash at your place for a couple days or YEARS?"
But who do i call when i have problems? who listens to me?
when my issues come, i hear "Dang Kia, u gonna b aight, u so strong!" "Wow Kia, everythings gonna be ok. U been thru so much worse." "OMG Girl! thats a mess, but anyway, lemme tell u what happened to me yesterday..."
Seriously......
.....people think bc im strong, they dont think i need a shoulder to cry on.
Or someone to make me laugh.
Or lend a helping hand.
Or just LISTEN!
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