Nourish
If Ya do encourage these words that seem to flourish
Might nourish ya skin and see the mind within
I sacrificed my femininity to handle my responsibilities
Ain't no one here to help so I took these rhymes and turned it to therapy
I'm a monster of American culture
I'm a vulture
Feel these words burn in ya ears like sulfur
I'm cynical I'm not even lyrical
I develop lines to murder more than the physical
I am top notch, watch me do me no sexual
I am so diseased by any means I need medical
Man I'm Tryna act bold
But I'm 20 years old
Kinda cold
With the old soul of a poet
U aredy kno me but u might jus not kno yet
3/31/2013
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