I was born from broken pieces,
Tripped by shadows of the past,
A little girl with silent wishes
For a love that wouldn’t pass.

Abandoned in the echoes,
Left to patch what others tore,
I dreamed of arms that held me
Of a mother who’d love me more.

But pain became my promise,
Wounds turned into a vow
That I would be the mother
I was always aching for somehow.

Now look,
six shining faces,
Five fierce girls, bright and strong,
And one sweet boy whose heartbeat
Stays where I belong.

They don’t know the war I’ve walked through,
The storms that shaped my spine
But every kiss, each glance in their eyes ,
Says, “You’ll never be alone, not mine.”

I mother the child still in me
With every hug I give away,
For the little girl who still needed
What I give them every day.

I wear the name Super Momma
Like a crown and battle scar
Because I became the hero
I once wished for from afar.

In dusk-lit fields where shadows lean,
The sunflowers bow, a sullen scene
Their golden heads in somber trance,
Charmed by the storm’s relentless dance.

They wear the rain like cloaks of night,
A lover’s touch both fierce and slight.
They ache beneath the tempest’s breath,
Bound to a beauty carved by death.

Roots entangled, darkly tied,
They crave the storm yet long to hide.
Bending close yet standing tall,
Bruised by the rain but enthralled by the fall.

When morning breaks, they tilt toward dawn,
But hold the night in petals drawn.
They shine by scars no sun can see
A love that’s forged in agony.

I sit still, but I’m sinking fast,
thoughts race wild, tied to the past.
My chest is tight, my breath feels thin,
the weight of everything crawling in.

I try to reach, but air won’t come
just silence louder than a gun.
And all these questions haunt my head:
"Am I enough?" or better off dead?

Why do they leave, why don’t they stay?
Why does love always walk away?
B said forever, swore he’d fight
but now it’s just me in this endless night.

He was my breath of fresh, my peace,
now I’m choking on what he released.
The one I called home ain’t even near
just echoes of love I can’t hear clear.

And Andres? He plays with fire and lies,
still tryna twist truth, still wearin' disguise.
Three little girls caught in his storm,
while I’m tryna keep their spirits warm.

Lilli, Julie, and Hailey. my world,
my baby girls, my diamonds, my pearls.
And Scarlett, Serenity, and little Jo,
they need their momma more than they know.

But I’m stuck in courts, stuck in pain,
while these men play games that drive me insane.
My arms are empty, my heart’s not whole

God, how much more before you console?

I miss B, I miss peace, I miss being seen,
now I'm just stuck in someone else's dream.
I’m not the villain, I’ve just been tried
by love, by loss, by all that’s died.

And still I rise, though barely so
still fighting battles nobody knows.
If they could see the truth I bear,
they’d know this broken girl still dares

To be a mother, to stand through shame,
to hold her story without the blame.
To scream in silence, to drown in prayer,
and still believe… love’s somewhere there.

Fire in her chest, rage in her throat,
Heart torn open, still she wrote
Not love songs, no, but war cries in rhythm,
Every scar a sermon, every tear a prism.

**** love, she screamed, and meant it deep,
Not outta hate, but 'cause love made her bleed.
Still, she stood up
broken, raw,
And taught what real love really saw.

He left her cold, with silence and lies,
She burned alone under empty skies.
But she never let that poison stay
She turned her grief into ******* grace.

She was the lesson, the proof, the truth,
She was the one choosing to teach how real love moves.
Not the kind that ghosts, or uses, or breaks,
But the kind that stays, even when it aches.

Rage kissed her lips, pain carved her name,
But still she loved with no shame.
Not for them, but for the girl inside
Who deserved a love that never hides.

So **** what hurt her
She chose to heal.
To hold the blade
But love for real.

This just in
She’s a chain breaker,
not a peace faker,
don’t come to her crying if you ain’t ready
to level up greater.

She’ll hold a man accountable,
not because she’s cold,
but because she knows love
ain’t real if it folds.

She got knocked down
plenty.
But never stayed too low,
'cause every fall taught her
where not to go.

She’s the voice in the silence,
the calm in the blow,
and if life don’t make sense today
she still knows it’s gonna grow.

Don’t mistake her hurt for weakness,
or her silence for defeat,
she’s the one who smiles through fire
and still lands on her feet.

For every other day
comes a bigger reason,
she’s not just surviving
she’s shifting seasons.

So if you sad,
but stuck in the same mess
she ain’t gonna sugarcoat it,
she’ll tell you:
“It’s ‘cause you ain’t done the work yet.”

She’s a mother, a warrior,
a truth teller, a flame
and she never lets her pain
go unloved or unnamed.

This just in
She’s her.
And if you ever doubted,
she’s already outgrown
everything you lied about

I’m Jennie from the block
But this ain’t just a street, it’s the bruise in my chest,
The place I learned to keep my heart in a bulletproof vest,
Where I gave too much love to men who left,
Where I stitched my own wounds with cigarette breath.

I’m the girl who seen mama’s eyes go dim,
Counting quarters for bread while the rent caved in,
I’m the ‘don’t cry baby’ she whispered when
The world pressed her throat like original sin.

I’ve been the rumor they whispered waiting in pick up lines
The name they twist when they see me shine
I’m the ‘she too loud’ and the ‘she so strong’
But when the lights go down, they all sing my song.

I’m the shadow in the alley that never sleeps,
Where trust gets murdered and secrets creep,
Where kids learn fast how to silence grief,
Where your best friend smiles but their soul’s not free.

I’m the dream that bloomed in the gutter’s spit,
The girl who swore she’d never quit,
I’m the prayers that rose from the basements floor
The ghost of my younger self I'll never forget.

I’m the mother who birthed hope from a belly of doubt,
Raised warriors in pampers, taught ‘em what love’s really about,
Told ‘em ‘don’t bow down, stand up, and shout
This block might cage you but you’ll break out.’

I’m the backbone of my bloodline’s cries,
I’m the laugh after heartbreak, the truth after lies,
I’m the way my eyes don’t apologize,
I’m the woman who’ll love you then cut off all ties.

See, they don’t know how deep my roots run,
How I dance with my demons just to feel the sun,
How I crack my ribs open for anyone
But God stitched me back every time I’m done.

I’m Jennie from the block
tattooed in pain,
Gold hoops and a halo drenched in rain,
I’m the hush when they whisper my name in vain,
The proof that from ashes you rise again.

So tell ‘em I’m still here, scars and all,
A storm in my lungs, my back to the wall,
They can bet I’ll break, but I stand tall
Jennie from the block
I survived it all.