One Day at a Time
by melanie yvonne white One day at a time, oh boy, that’s what they thought; hell, I didn’t even know if I had one minute at a time. My life is not a one day at a time type of life. My life is moving fast; my addiction is driving me crazy; my thoughts are racing taking me places where I, me, body, and soul aren’t even going, and here comes my mama saying it again: one day at a time. Oh sweet Jesus, help me to hold on to the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can. which is only me, but hell where in the world did they get one day at a time? Hell my feet are saying today, forget the next day. Move feet, move feet, move. I know somebody; I pass mama, aunts, cousins, and a blast from the past is going to stop and say one day at a time, but how, when, and why I ask – who, where and what. Hell I’m fighting as hard as I can to stay up, to stay sober, to stay positive, to stay free, to stay black, to stay me. My blackness ain’t say one day at a time. my addiction didn’t say one day at a time. everything I was am thinking said now or never.
in basil we trust
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