Die Tryin’

The tears from a black womans eyes.
Always seems to hide.
No struggle as she denies.
The story repeatedly dies.
Their wondering what's with all the. Whys?
Second letter is can't all sentences begins with I.
Hurt and pain leaves her with sighs.
Life is hard who wipes her cries?
Is it the bird that flies? Or the man that lives in the skies?
All she get is lies What's the point? As she replies.
Several guys spill out beautiful lies.
Gift wrapping vocabulary neat and lovely with multicolored bow ties.
Its very hard for colored girls and its wade more than these lines

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