Holes

The Sun can't reach her She's covered in mud and planted in a hole that her tears water Salt from the earth runs deep through her veins And her dark skin reflects like jewels in a cave She lies under men, the weight of their lust pressing her deeper into the grave she's dug for herself, the only needs being met were the empty promises she kept hidden under forages and rocks and rabbit nests and cobwebs To see the Sun rays was her dream but now she is a flower seed that cannot bloom because her depth is too shallow, her water is never enough, if she tries to bloom through her desperation he plucks her up and with one hand drags her behind him like a child with a toy they never leave behind Rag doll wild she scrapes behind on sharp rocks and concrete words, rough pavement and she never sees the son just a groping hand taking everything she could've been worth When she's tossed its shallow where she lands, no water to soften the earth where she stands and only clouds and weeds and a disfigured face in unfortunate hands Like a seed that wasn't planted right and drenched over and over she rots from the inside in a hole no one planted and The Son can't reach her The Sun can't reach her He can't reach Her