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#IAMJADA # IAMME


Lemme pose the same way you seem to like me

Unconcious, broken, legs bended to infinity

I made a mistake and somehow I am less of a lady

What about the boys who raped me

What do they get, a fucking trophy?

Ohhhhhhh

High five, you did it dawg

You're cool

You're accepted

You're awesome

............................................

Then what the hell am I

A pariah in the hallways

A pariah in the neighborhood

A pariah in the state

A pariah in the country

 

If you think I deserve it

Call up the Jadas in Houston

Call up the Jadas in Stubenville

Call up the Jadas in India

Call up the Jadas in the islands

Call all of the Jadas all over the world

And let them open their mouths to sing the cacophony that lives in their heads

And hand them buckets for their tears

After they are finished with crying

Look into that bucket and stare at the the person that lies under the rippling waters

Is that person doing anything to change a custom of a million years?

Look up at the stars and count to see how many Jadas live now and before

Then look into your bucket of tears and also your glossy eye to become a waterfall

Because by then, you will see you in deeper water

And that is when you notice, that you are not only you baby

You are also me

#IAMJADA

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