God Don’t Give Them To The Weak

December 25, 2025

For Bama Kel. Throw him light, he will cast color.

Morning light through broken blinds,
Another day, I tie my spine.
Coffee cold, bills past due,
Same old fight, same old truth.
Doctors’ words, paperwork,
Quiet battles nobody sees.
Mind runs fast, questions deep,
Brighter than they ever see.
They say, “How do you do it?”
I don’t know how to explain,
You don’t choose this kind of love.
It chooses you, and it stays.


God don’t give them to the weak.
He gives them to the ones who’ll stay.
When the world turns its back,
And help don’t come our way.
I bend, I break, I crawl, I pray.
Still I’m on my feet.
No, God don’t give them to the weak


Classroom calls, long reports,
Labels written way too short.
They don’t see the fire inside,
Only chaos, only noise.
He sees patterns, builds his worlds,
Faster than the rules allow.
I fight systems, guard his light,
Teach him how to breathe right now.
I’m not a saint, I’m not calm.
I’ve lost my temper, lost my sleep,
But love this deep don’t come by chance.
It’s carved into my soul, it’s deep.
God don’t give them to the weak.


He gives them to the ones who stand.
With shaking hands and tired hearts,
Still doing what they can.
I bend, I break, I crawl, I pray.
Still I’m on my feet.
No, God don’t give them to the weak.

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