silent cries
take me as I am
heal my wounds as I step in
the pain that is bruised that no one can see, as I step down and sip this tea
who is this beautiful black queen that's been hurt in ways that no one can see
she wasn't a follower so she led
pain in her eyes as the tears shed
lay your head as I comfort you
It's okay I been there too
two black queens that only want to see there way through
two paths which one to take
I have some really hard decisions that I have to make
here I am don't be afraid
it's cool not to be okay, cry let it out
don't sit around and fall into depression
this situation was just a lesson
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