No matter how much I overcome,
or how much I endure
There always seems to be more venom
than there is a cure
I can't keep at it, this continuous struggle that's not real, but my reality
No matter how many of my demons I slay,
I have to fight and fight
new foes, new days.
Ya Allah, why is the first thing that leaves me, is my faith?
Why is that the hard part.
People who usually talk about Tawakkul, don't know anything about
the trouble and struggle of what it is.
What world is it, that we will live in, that allows people to play with others fate
Who don't have the emotional maturity to look for context.
To hate me because Im a misfit.(misfit is the excuse)
Maybe because Im not thin. or don't belong to the same clubs
Or maybe you just don't like a large brown woman telling you what to do.
Maybe you're the douche bag, but now it's me who must fight,
I don't WANT to, but I will HAVE to