The Hill

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The Hill

 

 

From the moment I stepped on the hill my life did change.  I went from being Christian women to hellfire, a hurricane.  A tormented soul looking for a friend.  Cocaine came to the rescue on it I would depend.

 

See, love put me out there, love of a man and a drug.  Money, sex, disrespect.  I lie like a rug.  See, I became a business woman, a jack of all trades.  I’d sell my ass to get some coke, just so I could blaze.

 

See, I lost my man, he use to kick my butt.  See its okay!  Financially he was in a rut.  He was always demanding, he was always wanted more.  He’d say that he loved me then call me a whore.

 

See, I went from sleeping in an abandoned house, to sleeping in an abandoned van, from being in a monogamous relationship to sleeping with any man.  Who had the right amount of cash for me to get high.  Now we all know that 1 is too many, 1,000 not enough so all that became a lie.

 

See, I gave up on GOD, 1Corinthians 10:13, That no temptation uncommon to man had seized me.  I thought I was just a feign.  Jeremiah 29:11 totally escaped my mind, that GOD has plans for us.  I thought I was a waste of time.

 

See, I imprisoned myself on the streets, he imprisoned me to this jail, my will said I’d be going home; God’s will revoked my bail.  Now Hebrews 11:1 has taught me a many of things that faith is the substance of things hoped for the evidence of things unseen.

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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