My life's mixed up.
Like a bunch of puzzle pieces.
Can't fix my life,
Because the pieces are cut.
All Mama says is,
'Well, now watcha gonna do? '
I Stare out at my life of knots.
Glance at my mind full of contradictions.
Peek at my world's growing insecurities.
And give the truest answer,
'I don't know what to do.'
Mama answers,
'The lord will know what to do.'
All I can do is look up and say
'What does he know? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem