It's harsh, unkind, hard and dry,
all efforts seem futile even on fertile lands,
the foundation seems to be shaking,
and no one is left unshaken,
I still hear the statement ringing in my ears "Deal with it!"
But how? Who am I to face the Goliaths?
Who am I to fight the giants?
Who am I to swim in the pressure and survive?
Who am I to make the lemons turn lemonades?
It still rings "Deal with it!"
I'm starting with the reflection I see in the mirror,
I'm starting with the girl inside of me,
I'm rising with full force to deal with the hardships of life,
turning lemons into lemonades, fighting the giants,
I'm winning the battles, I'm dealing with life.
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.