Jumiya Arleen Crump
Heard/Arlington County Detention Facility writing contest, August 2019
When it rain it pours,
often mistaken for lust with no trust.
Fearful yet so thoughtful and selfish
all in one.
Deliberate obsession unknowingly repuviate hate to the upmost
with a nearly invisible line between the two
so pure yet extremely confusing
which leads to conflicted confrontation holding on for dear life.
For it must endure.
Give and take, give and take so it’s hard to ignore
but what do you do when enough is enough
and there’s no more.
Do you continue to live a life every day asking why?
Or do you take a stand and hold his hand
because deep inside that’s your man.
Do you take the storm with the rain or continue to live in shame.
Can you place your pride to the side
cause before the paint here was trust and no lie.
To be or not to be.