People call me a liar and a hypocrite.
It hurts like heck.
I've been through Hell's fire in a literal sense
but I'm came out white as snow.
Born a beautiful black girl but still a slave
in every sense of the word.
On my Sweet Sixteen I got transfomed into the body of a boy
instead of a new car.
Met a great man in Atlanta
but he was on the run.
Now I can't try to get an identity
for an evil man drained my man's blood
Much of a poem
this I know.
What is a poem
but a way to tell the truth.
Another man saved my life a year later
He saw evidence
that I was tellin the truth.
Now I'm an Angel within Hell's Fire
for I help others even though there ain't nohin
that I can do for myself.