Training Poem by Fathom Faith

Training



No 9 to 5 but I'm working 4 to 9
More like 24 hours cause that's mommy on the grind
I mean mommy all the time
With no breaks in between
Ain't no summer drop offs
Not many Grands on the scene
Hands full...hands down
Turn up...turned around
Mind frame...integrity
Everlasting...lifestyle
Jehovah's now!
Touchdown!
Yes!
Praise Jah for his mercy
True patience in his hand
Low tolerance for 'ratchet'
Yes for him I'll take a stand!
Like a #1 fan, I'll be ready to jump up
See that's a special kind of love
Can't nobody level up!

Friday, July 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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To my babies
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