Was I worth meeting?
I learned to don’t play about me anymore
Somehow, I survived
As though my heart didn’t need mending
I ain’t even gonna lie
Sometimes it’s best
The truth always comes out in the end
And I know I bring a lot to the table
I lay bare for all to share
So maybe it was never about
If I was worth meeting
Maybe the question is
Were you …
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Nailah Robinson
Author, Mother, Wife, Sister, Daughter, Cousin, Daughter In Law, Sister In Law, Friend, Grand Daughter, Niece, Teacher, and Student. I am so many things to so many people, but in the end, I'm just Nailah.
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Indeed, the truth always does come out in the end. Loved your poem!