stop crying.

you want to be the victim so bad 

your sympathy makes me mad

f that it makes me enraged

black rage.

guess i gotta turn into a sage

cause for some reason you do not undersrand why your tears continually puts me in a cage

sweetie, you cannot place labels on the memories that linger from the Middle Passage

sweetie, you cannot explain decipher how the tides haunt us with all those dead African spirits.

sweetie, you cannot explain how it feels to be a reproductive vessel for a master state that does not care for you.

your tears is what causes the Middle Passage to forever never close. 

leave me alone. i'm tired. 

your tears is what makes it hard for me to survive cause you're trying find the answers.

leave me alone. i'm tired

hieroglyphs now disappeared but it was the only thing that allowed for the ghosts to whisper to me. 

the goosebumps and shivers I get when reminded of the sharks following the continous bodies thrown off ships.

you cannot tell me shit, go and hit a lick.

because where i'm from the flying man is me flying from your bullshit

call me Venus, because you cannot context this

folklores that made my eyes sore

i see these people as my folk but they wanna lure mem into some more

this ain't a talent

letting my dead homies speak through me

letting my history boil on my tongue until i cannot take it anymore

burning everybody around me

one blister for ever whip she had to take

one pain for ever world she had to make

we can't patch up scares if they'll never heal

stitch, pick, open them up maybe even peel