BETTER
I could’ve been a better mother it’s true
I could’ve been a better daughter
a better wife
a better friend to you.
But I was still learning to be a better me just for me
lost in all my doubt and insecurities.
I was still learning to navigate the world with my own distortion
because my mamma and her mamma and her mammas mama brought me into this world with different parts of their pain pre-portioned
I think back then called it curses and then generation after generation like actors we rehearsed it
and that is just a section of the hurt I’ve been projecting into my relationships
So yes in the past I could’ve been a better person but that just wasn’t part of my script
And as I try to crack the code of the lessons I need to learn feel free to not like me when I can’t discern
the difference between The greatest parts of me that yearn to be heard and the feeble parts of me that just yearn to be cured. The lines are definitely blurred.
I could’ve been better person it’s true so if you’re still here with me you know my past and my present and the better person I am today might just be because of you.