Bag Lady ©- Spoken Word by Tamarah Katrise ///Prayer&Progress

This is for the woman who has forogtten herself. Who has placed her goals back on the shelf, and been bombarded with life...surrrounded by her situations. Surrounded by her bags..

Bag Lady- you gone hurt yo back. Draggin all them bags like that. I guess nobody ever told you, how you must hold on to..issue, issue, issue..
She hears no music...issue after issue, problem before problem, after decision, between predicament and a battered heart, blowing with crumbled newspapers in the wind. She's worn out. With a Winn Dixie bag of rejection and a duffel of neglection in the same hand. Passive aggression in her lessons, plastic bottle her depressions.. simultaneously blocking her blessings. Her paper and plastic do not buy her an escape, so her hidden debates become her character traits.
She knows and it shows..it shows and she knows.
She's looking for a place to unload her luggage. But she has so much of it, its mixed in with the rubbage. She's been deprived of her smile. Its so obvious now she has to fix her own pile..of life.
No recollection on how her freedom can ring. Bound by ties and twisted strings. Hoping there is more, if only her bags would clear a path to the door..
Her double-bagged self-consciousness wears the disappointment she has in herself..from getting bagged by a rucksack of heartbreak and splittin dime bags of an escape. She is hovering over garbage bags of hope in something , look at those bags beneath her eyes. She cant disguise self-told lies at all.
Mind just as blurry as her vision is cloudy. She has to find a way to survive. She's buried alive. Her bags baracade her, as if they are her protection. She searches for a sense of direction, praying God makes an exception. But when He sends an interception, her bags dim her perception.
She is waiting for karma to lend a hand. And break all the straps and bands leaving marks on her shoulders. Lift the weight of a boulder and free her from her own enslavement.
Her bags have stolen away her dreams..but she is more than what she seems.
Until she loosens her grip to let her bags stay, she'll never get away.
Bag lady... you gon miss your bus, you cant hurry up..cause you got too much stuff
You let your bags defines you, but you're on a quest to find you...
You are underneath your bags of grief, there is relief. You will be found..leave your bags here on the ground. And live.

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[TAMARAHKATRISETV]

Thank u!

[glmadams]

nice and u can sing beuatiful! well done

[TAMARAHKATRISETV]

@glmadams i appreciate your support! =)

[doubless86]

That was well said Tam, great work <3

[TAMARAHKATRISETV]

@doubless86 thank you very much!

[swaggaking870]

u still u look good bae...and its raw so lyrical

[DJStankDaddy]

Messy or Not, Your Gorgeous with a beautiful voice and got talent at writing poetry, Well im def a fan!

[Bananaredd954]

Beautiful

[CeeBlanca1]

Go Tamarah :]