The Finish Line

I'm not a mule, I'm not a burden.

I am a human being putting words in.

Into my talent, into my goals.

The world will not see me fold.

I must go along this path, whether you are here or not.

If I succumb to your objections, my esteem may trot.

Down a hill, into a ditch.

I really don't care if you see me as a "mean bitch".

Sometimes the lonesome isolation can be overwhelming.

However, my success story is going to be charming.

Rape and abuse led to disrepair, a state of neglect.

I am older, so in order to grow, I must reflect.

On those times of joy after the the pain.

Acknowledging what I positively gained.

A new conscious, a better mentality...

So how are you offended from my new reality?

Protection over peace and space, not everyone can get a taste.

I've explained my healing, 3rd time is a waste.

Leave me be if you can't simply understand.

This is sacred, this is armed--get the fuck off my land.

You're not welcomed-yes, you're banned.

I'm growing and your clouded mind won't let you understand.

Simplicity at its finest yet you're still a victim.

Too bad you're too slow for this upbeat rhythm.