Too blessed to be streesed You know what… I’m too blessed to be stressed, Though I must confess; My life is less than Perfect! I’m too blessed… My job is the result of ambition, Hair is the product of good conditioning, Family, all caused by genetic positioning. My mind, the result of years of education. My body, now that’s a long one; The result of…. Not knowing my limitations.. Delectable creations… Carved by.. Bally’s yoga balls, Billy Blanks back benders, And Hydroxycut© (Yeah, I cheat!) To be stressed? By.. PreMadonna wanna bees, While I educate myself ! To ensure that I’m gunna be.. The S_h_i_t… (Savvy Hottie In th’business ) lol.. please! Ladies admit.. We all wanna be it, It was you dream, Or did you forget? Less than …. I was born to a teen mother, And my father still hasn’t surfaced. My father by any other name, Would be called; sperm donor. I know who he is, I know where he lives, He and his life of fathered children, Three of us total, Still fixin’ cars, cutting hair.. As his dreams faded, Like the clouds of cannabis, That still fogs his vision. Section 8, government cheese-cake! Ma’ did best she could, Never even knew I was in “the hood,” Moved up like the Evans, From 600 sq.feet Apartment; With more locks than Alcatraz, To 4,000 sq. foot house with pool. She provided me with “good times” Perfect! I am, God made me that way, He makes no mistakes!