Jane
• Written by Prophit
it aint fate when i break these chains,
take aim,
force lames out their lane,
hate is a stain,
in the fabric of all that is humane,
game tame now blame political campaign,
complain bout mundane disdain,
enter deranged patient named jane,
ingrained pain, always blamed,
left her plagued with shame,
eyes glazed looks dazed they think shes insane,
parents claim its not how she was raised,
enraged she felt she had to compensate,
the haze she blaze helps her navigate,
her mental maze,
make haste to create space,
its only by grace,
were able to skate thru with a clean slate,
concentrate and elevate,
got on her knees and prayed,
but strayed and felt betrayed,
she needs to let go dissipate or medicate,
dont be dismayed or hesitate,
life gives lemons make lemonade,
would u translate the charade portrayed,
celebrate when messages resonate,
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Prophit
Member since February 14 2015