A Nap As Rare As Mary’s Love – Day 102, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz (In Progress)

What must I do to get the sleep I need?
I concede.
To the battle I fight in a loose-leaf,
While I turn the page to a life I was given so rudely…

Birthed through my mother’s denial of my existence.
A child without any expectation to make it through unless I listened,
To a way of being that would keep me awake at night for a puff of who,
Almost killed me in the first place…

Oh,
How I don’t miss Mary Jane and the way she rolls with a burnt taste in a mouth I was tired of kissing on…