I set a warrant of arrest to my worries.
Convicted in for murder of my what ifs and what I should’ve, could’ve, would’ve.
The powerful confident woman that she became, was and always will be here to stay.
She’s out lawed by some
To her darker skin tone
4”11 thinking she’s grown
Mentality.
See she’s been house arrest by what she thought was reality.
Locked up in a jail cell thinking she outta know something.
Not knowing the keys to free her we’re right in her hands
The hands that handled the essence of actually living.
She told me that I know what I needed to do. I just don’t know what I’m capable of.
At the trial she said just that.
The worries convicted
The doubts pleaded guilty
The fear never gotten a chance
All sentenced to death by the powerful judge of confidence.
Boldness stricken them with a lethal injection of a brighter future.
In the chair the worries kept shouting the misfits of what ifs.
The doubts were in defeat.
The room was in an oxymoron of loud whispers.
Judgement has officially left the building.
With no pulse in sight
No missed beats of weak minded thoughts
I called for freedom to burry the convicted felons and lay them to rest.
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