This Life was a Dream

This Life Was a Dream
You think it's hard being from the south don’t you?
Especially if I’m a woman,
but nah ain’t it hard when you just gotta stay in yo lane, baby.
Wake up cook breakfast for your man,
and make sure you wake them babies up for school.
We love the grits, we love the scrambled eggs, bacon and biscuits.
Biscuits so soft it’ll make you slap yo mama.
My husbands clothes are washed, dryed and ironed. I learned from last time.
Darius, that’s my husband, he got so upset at me for not washing the laundry that he hit me.
It was the hardest smack I have ever felt in my life.
I just cried he actually hit me.
The kids saw but they couldn’t say anything they were in shock just as I.
This Sunday we got church. Oh, Lord.
Now I’s gotta keep face so these people don’t judge me.
I walk in and the pastor is reading the bible verse: 1 Corinthians 13:4-8.
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast;
it is not arrogant 5 or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;[a] 6
it does not rejoice at wrongdoing,
but rejoices with the truth.
7 Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away;
as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away.
These words was the only reason I ain’t leave Darius, cause I swear on my children I would’ve.
I just wish this life was a dream.
The next day Darius bought me flowers.
He hadn’t done that in years.
He told me he was sorry and that he loved me.
I had almost believed him.
I felt as beautiful as summer daisies.

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