I made a promise to myself Above me I feel place no one else The passive chick is gone Resisting abundance all along Wrote the lyrics of this song Of such high vibration Sounding so monotone Grateful for the baton I won’t be passing Shattered the cycles of toxic fashion For my daughter I’ve realigned my traction No longer a train wreck Had to regain some control I was losing all self respect But grateful this slippery wheel I’ve gained a hold. Continue reading 1 1 1 AM