Girl we aint no bobble head,
Poetry flows from us like blood is bled,
Words to say and songs to sing,
Haters can hit us with anything,
Bring it on! We handle our shit,
After two minutes in our shoes they'd all quit,
Our God given gift is a blessing,
Let people think what they want - I'm not stressing,
One day everyone will come crawling to our feet,
Claiming to be friends reminding how we all did meet,
Step by step day by day,
The time will come when we'll kick the losers away,
And live out our dream by then a reality,
We're already kicking ass in recovery!
©Poetic Anita Ashwini Shea 2015
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