But I’m coming out. There is a damn good reason I want Mama.
It’s not my fault. It’s not Mamas fault. It just is.
I’ve waited so long and worked bey hard to gain the strength to speak openly and ask my Mama for her help.
She, I feel is the only one who can help me now. I feel that is why God lead me back to her. To confess and to ask for help.
I need a prayer warrior like her. I am so over being left in this wasteland we’re no one loves God. No one prays for me like Mama.