The Realest.. (Poem)- 2pac inspired

So then her olive skin is a reflection of the games she’d play in the sun,

Since she was a wee one,

She reflected on the idea of freedom,

So she’d couple with a couple of reckless ideas just to feed em.

And ya I get it, she was all about the rainy days,

And through the warmer phase, of a Country without seasons,

She’d dry her tears, and wouldn’t let up,

Cause mama taught her tough,

That even when things get rough,

There’s a purple haze in the sky that won’t let up, and neither did she.

Papa’s a dreamer, papa’s a keeper.

Papa loves his daughter.

He did anything just to please her.

He learned to cook his fair share of portions, just to feed his babies.

He raised his soldiers right.

Raised them to love and raised them to fight.

And he was tough on the fellas that had a way with his little one.

But the little one had a way with the fellas that showed him, she was the tougher one.

The fellas didn’t stand a chance, and neither did her father’s dance,

To keep her,

From the things that pleased her,

Like, oceans and tree tops,

And her late night wanderings on the roof top,

Since she was a wee one.

She had her sisters on the block,

But she grew up with the boys,

Who lifted her up to be rough around the edges,

And made her hang around the ledges,

Of the streets in which she’d play,

And the sweet money that she’d make.

Selling sketches to the neighbors,

For a buck or two in wages,

For the little girl,

With the paper, and way too much paint..

She kept drawing into her teenage years, but she wrote a lot more.

But time flew away, like the smoke from burnt weed,

And no one could ever force her to concede,

To a life where there were less dreams,

And less reckless schemes,

because she chased the idea of freedom,

So she coupled with a couple of reckless ideas just to feed em,

Just to keep em,

From the smoke that flew away like the time that tried to steal em.

Mama finally fell in love again.

Mama taught her plenty,

Like how fulfillment doesn’t come from a single damn penny,

But from forgiveness and love spread like sea salt,

And the grace to never find fault.

Respect ya women, and heal ya women,

And keep ya head up, like 2pac said,

For the dreamless bare souls which on the inside feel dead,

And that was her and mama’s song.

That was where the memory of her mama belonged,

Even after she was lost.

But not at a lost cost.

Because God knew what he was doing.

God always knows,

God always grows,

His little ones into beautiful people.

And things do get brighter, because papa raised a fighter.

And God was there to guide her.

Since she was a wee one.

And then a little time went by, and girly sort of fell in love,

Girly had it bad,

Baby boy was the underdog,

And girly was the cad.

But the boy could never keep her,

Cause the boy could never please her,

And baby boy didn’t get her roots, so he could never feed her.

So girly broke away, cause she was always chasing freedom.

She realized she had to find her own way,

To learn how to be okay and grow everyday,

In her own roots.

They say a tree with strong roots laughs at rain storms,

But what happens when the girl is rooted in the storm which she embraced all along.

What happens when she’s a dreamer just like her papa?

What happens when she works hard, just like her mama?

What happens when she’s rough around the edges, just like her brother?

What happens when a new baby sister teaches her how to truly love another?

And God kept her head up, cause God never let up.

And her freedom lied in God’s Son all along,

Who never got her name wrong,

And never, got the game wrong.

Who always helped her stay strong.

And sing her song, loud and fearless,

All because of the realest.

His name is Jesus...