People say giving up is not hard to do.
What if I told you that statement is true.
You see the stress and the mess that comes with life,
Is not something that’s worth the fight.
With all the hate,
Trust me giving up is never too late.
They might say well you woke up today, but that does not delay
the fact that you’re still sad from the acts of previous plays.
Like remember the time when he broke your heart since
you decided it was better to stay.
Or when she called you ugly and you decided fighting was the only way.
When Mama said she wasn’t ever leaving,
But just like before you had to stop believing.
All you ended up with was the scars,
Scars that’ll never let you make it far.
Because you’ll keep looking back
And noticing the things that you lack will
Ultimately make you face the fact that it hurts.
You know what hurts the most?
All the times you would boast about how great He is.
If He’s so great then why didn’t He come and take this weight away.
Cause frankly I’m tired of feeling as if each situation I’m dealing with has some kind meaning and I’m just not seeing it.
Giving up is not hard to do so you see this bullet
You might as well put it up to your temple.
Matter fact to be a little more gentle why don’t you take these pills.
Because even though there’s a reason for His will,
please don’t wait to see this next season.
You have been canceled and it’s time to dismantle you starting from your feet.
Your feet that you have used to walk in this discrete line,
Just so you wouldn’t be noticed by your opponents.
Your thighs, the thighs that you used to hide every day because those marks were in every way,
a disgrace that you always had to face.
Your stomach, because you could never stomach the thought that you might as well just be a thot
Because you fought so hard to be the fastest that it ended up as your status.
Your hands, your hands because you could never demand the respect that you decided to deflect by not expecting anything greater than the lesser.
Your shoulders, because you could never get rid of that boulder that you would carry as a weight,
Because the debate of getting rid of it was to great.
Your head, your head that was fed the lies and even though you knew it wise not to believe you decided it’ll be easier than to relieve yourself of the situation.
So again I implore you take this bullet and put it up to your temple.
Matter fact to be a little more gentle why don’t you take these pills.
Giving up is not hard to do.
So let’s make it a little bit more complicated
by intoxicating our souls with His will.
Now you say you’ve done this before and last time it was such a chore that you’d rather not bore yourself with this war.
What if I told you this time it would be different
and the distance you are from Him won’t be so significant.
By giving up the things of this world you will no longer be bored with the struggle of having to juggle the puzzle that continues to trouble you.
So please, Just wait because it’s never too late to be saved by His grace.
— Olamide Iyaomolere
SimplyOla 