Our fathers have passed
Our fathers have left
Our mothers have tried
Our mothers stood tall
Now the world says we should be ashamed
O no, that I will not do
I will not feel shame about the one that raised me, raised me against all odds
O no definitely not, for I know that woman is a queen
O no I am not sorry, I am not ashamed I was raised by a single mother
Our fathers have failed
Our fathers are gone
Our mothers have tried
Our mothers have stood tall
What’s your #1 priority tomorrow?
To get over you.
You see, you broke my heart.
I’m not sure if you know, or if you even care but you are still on my mind.
Did you ever care?
Will you come back?
Why do I miss you?
When will I forget you?
What makes you nervous?
My thoughts my me nervous at times. Am I enough? Was I too rude to that person? Do people like or tolerate me? Will I find love? What do they realllyyyyy think? Is global warming really “real”? Is what I am eating healthy? Why did I eat that? Who should I call? Is my dog ok? Do I make enough money? What is happiness? Do I read enough? Am I working hard enough? Am I podcasting enough? Is anyone listening? Do I sound stupid? Why am I so nervous? Should I be scared? How should I answer this prompt?
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