She's blessed!

Looking at life

from both sides.

Looking at the people too.

The good and the wicked.

I smiled at whoever played me.

Counting my blessings.

Laughing alone,

I take pride in everything.

I'm glad they played me.

I'm happy they treated me brutally.

Like trash, I was thrown out.

In the streets, I slept.

Tears became my water. 

Throughout my drought season,

Who will dare today?

for those days.

I spent them aimlessly outside.

All have fallen short.

Victory has followed me.

The tide has turned, and so has life.

changes arise,

The wicked glanced at me from a distance.

Without knowing who I am,

They smiled and said,

"she's blessed"

Oh, yeah, I am!