G R O W I N G U P

 
Here I sit with my thoughts inside,
I'm still trying to decide where I should hide.

It dawns on me to look clearly and see,
What the HELL is wrong with me.
I've got all I need,
I'm a new planted seed.
Growing up straight,
With no signs of hate.


"Hiding From Nothing"


I've lived my life in fear and vain,
Isn't that enough for the littliest Caine
I look over my shoulders waiting to see
If anyone would really attack me.

I come across the hardest thing to climb,
Who in the hell knew what I would find.
It got so bad that I had to hide,
Leaving all my climbing aside.
Now I sit in the house of Love,
Now I'm waiting for the littliet Dove.

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Rita Caine Lee

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