To not be missed or on any minds at all is an entirely different tragedy. To walk in and be called another woman’s name makes you wonder if you even exist to them like one should exist. Is providing for y’all whilst barely being able to provide for myself and my little family really worth it anymore to walk in and be treated as if I’m not trying hard enough in the city. Every time I fall on my knees because everybody’s problems became too much, y’all tell me to quit playing and I can’t do anything if I’m messing around about hurting. The best part is that smile never leaves my face no matter the day. To merely survive while providing y’all with the spread you deserve is a beautiful yet draining experience. I’ll carry you all to the end of the line without you knowing that not long after you I might go too. I won’t go down without a fight to my last breath every day and night.
