Shirtless...

Just sitting here reflecting on the things that happened yesterday...I'm not just a 'baby mama', 'a crazy b*tch', 'a liar', 'a cheater', 'a fighter', 'a survivor', I'm a mother that will do anything to give my son a better life. If that makes me all these things...let me take my shirt off...now whip me... [back to reflecting] I was so close to getting a good job then the man who seed I beared walked up...told them not to hire me...he whipped me...I never asked him to take care of my son...I can do this by myself...now he takes the opportunity for me to take care of my son away from me!!!...he whipped me...and for the first time he made tears fall...for the first time I let him witness my soul being naked...I'm tough, but I just let him find my weakness...my son...my son is my heart...physically my head was held high, but in spirit...I was headless...I let him see me naked...Then he whipped me...I let him see my heart...shirtless...then he whipped me...let him see the waters that flow from my eyes in privacy...and he whipped me...DAMN...but the God I serve came and clothed me...left that place with nothing...nothing but faith, hope, and a lil prayer that i spoke as i walked out them doors...God set my spirit in the backseat of my car...told me to put on my seatbelt as he drove my car...drove me to a place and told me to get out...told me to leave my pride outside...walked in...told me the words to say...now I have a job...with better pay...Thank you lord...