You Got This

Even when you feel at a stand still and scared and you think there’s no business in continuing to even try; DON’T STOP.

What are you going to do; give in and give up and be defeated? NO.

You’ve come WAY too far to let a few set backs stand in the way of you living to your fullest potential; and you know better than that too.

This is exactly the kind of thinking that got you into this mess in the first place.  That negative stuff has GOT to go; get it out of there.

You have guts and moxy and a whole lot of awesome to share with the world in that little brain of yours, and that’s exactly what you’re going to do.

Everyone struggles with certain things, and the struggles keep you humble in the end.

It won’t be like this forever.  HANG ON.

There is no other option.
Giving up is NOT an option at all.
FIGHT FOR IT.

J. Rounds ©2015 ~Peaces of Me

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2 thoughts on “You Got This

  1. Maya Angelou
    Still I rise
    You may write me down in history
    With your bitter, twisted lies,
    You may tread me in the very dirt
    But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

    Does my sassiness upset you?
    Why are you beset with gloom?
    ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
    Pumping in my living room.

    Just like moons and like suns,
    With the certainty of tides,
    Just like hopes springing high,
    Still I’ll rise.

    Did you want to see me broken?
    Bowed head and lowered eyes?
    Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
    Weakened by my soulful cries.

    Does my haughtiness offend you?
    Don’t you take it awful hard
    ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
    Diggin’ in my own back yard.

    You may shoot me with your words,
    You may cut me with your eyes,
    You may kill me with your hatefulness,
    But still, like air, I’ll rise.

    Does my sexiness upset you?
    Does it come as a surprise
    That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
    At the meeting of my thighs?

    Out of the huts of history’s shame
    I rise
    Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
    I rise
    I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
    Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
    Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
    I rise
    Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
    I rise
    Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
    I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
    I rise
    I rise
    I rise.

    I love you woman!!! I dedicate this poem to you! STILL YOU RISE!!!!

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