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Yo, it’s Easter time, I roll up with my kids, baskets in hand, full of joy and laughs, yeah, that’s how I live. I’m spreadin' love and smiles, talkin’ ‘bout the risen King, teachin’ them the meaning, the hope that faith can bring. But my mother-in-law steps in, says, “They’re too young to hear,” tryna take my visits, fillin’ hearts with doubt and fear. She don’t see the truth behind the happy, laughin’ face, treatin’ me like a villain, tryin’ to push me outta place. I’m a good mom, plantin’ seeds of light in their young minds, showin’ them the beauty in the stories that we find. It’s not about control, it’s about love and grace, givin’ them the roots to grow, to find their own true space. I’m tired of the battle, the fight just to be heard, all I want is to nurture, uplift my precious birds. Easter’s more than candy, more than colors bright, it’s faith, it’s hope, it’s life shining through the night. So let me be the one who guides with gentle hands, not the villain in a story they don’t understand. Respect the love I bring, the wisdom that I share, I’m a mom on a mission, and I truly care. But at the end of my visit, she hit me with the blow, said I’m no longer allowed to see my kids, said no. ‘Cause she thought I was high — nah, that’s just not right, laughin’, smilin’, full of energy, that’s my light. Judgin’ me for joy, for love that I display, that’s wrong, just like her words that pushed me away. I’m standin’ firm, I’m speakin’ up, won’t take this shame, a mom with love and truth, I’m here to claim my name.
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Yo, it’s Easter time, I roll up with my kids, baskets in hand, full of joy and laughs, yeah, that’s how I live. I’m spreadin' love and smiles, talkin’ ‘bout the risen King, teachin’ them the meaning, the hope that faith can bring. But my mother-in-law steps in, says, “They’re too young to hear,” tryna take my visits, fillin’ hearts with doubt and fear. She don’t see the truth behind the happy, laughin’ face, treatin’ me like a villain, tryin’ to push me outta place. I’m a good mom, plantin’ seeds of light in their young minds, showin’ them the beauty in the stories that we find. It’s not about control, it’s about love and grace, givin’ them the roots to grow, to find their own true space. I’m tired of the battle, the fight just to be heard, all I want is to nurture, uplift my precious birds. Easter’s more than candy, more than colors bright, it’s faith, it’s hope, it’s life shining through the night. So let me be the one who guides with gentle hands, not the villain in a story they don’t understand. Respect the love I bring, the wisdom that I share, I’m a mom on a mission, and I truly care. But at the end of my visit, she hit me with the blow, said I’m no longer allowed to see my kids, said no. ‘Cause she thought I was high — nah, that’s just not right, laughin’, smilin’, full of energy, that’s my light. Judgin’ me for joy, for love that I display, that’s wrong, just like her words that pushed me away. I’m standin’ firm, I’m speakin’ up, won’t take this shame, a mom with love and truth, I’m here to claim my name.
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