It's talking to me
Knocking on my window pane
Pitter patter
Louder and louder
I open up my window
Letting the screen divide us
She's mad I tell you
With her heavy sighs and opened eyes
She's got a crock her voice
Like the crack of a ball against a bat
She's showing symbolic signs
Simply showing me symptoms of depression and oppression
Full of miss connections and rejections
She's rumbling grounds and shaking leaves off of trees
As soon as kablam
Those trees split in threes
Birds forget where to be
But she doesn't care
Cause she's talking to me
I can tell she's got dead weight on her shoulders
Fully forgetting what she told us
You can see it in her grey puffy eyes the anger and frustration
As tears fall down and leave stains on the pavement
Her heavy sighs are leaving street signs asking why
With the branching on trees fighting back for mercy
All the cars screaming as the swerve against her
Fighting cause they wish they were her
“And the flag was still there”
I don't understand why she's so upset
I just know she's going neck to neck
With all of her haters
Inventions designed to enslave her
Yet I decide to open my window
That just lets her know
She's got someone to vent to
Tell the truth to
She whispers when I sleep
And I listen while she weeps
It's sad she only comes out to vent
Maybe she's heaven sent
God sending a reminder of the promise he meant
Rainbows come out when she's done with her confession
To remind me of her lessons

Sometimes this world will let you down
Puts you in ditches and leaves you there to fend for yourself
Sometimes people will let you down
Kick you while you're already on the ground
But I,
I’m not like those people
I refuse to let you down
I refuse to push you around
I refuse to kick you while you're already on the ground
I won't scream at you
I won't make you cry
And i won't leave you out to dry

But i will love you
I will cherish you
I will be there every step of the way
I might not agree with your every opinion but i will defend your right to say it
Because that's what i'd want you to do for me.

I feel the beat of the city beneath my feet
I hear the sounds of little black feet on these streets
To believe that once before a runaway ran the way I walk amongst the pavement today
Looking up at the sky I too see the pathway bring forth light
The stars shining a fluorescent light onto the road once filled with trees
To think that these stores used to be once before a barn, a home
I believe that I can still hear the horses running these grounds
Dogs sniffing out the traces of negros expecting to escape a beastly prison called life
Knowing nothing but to run
Run fast,long, and hard
I can hear mothers crying, fathers cussing
Having their babies be ripped from their grips and cascaded away at the blink of an eye
I can still hear the whip slicing air and skin at the speed of light
Up in the air, Down to the meat
Cutting harsh and violent like a knife to butter
I can hear the ear splitting screams between cuts
At night I swear I still could hear praises from those ***** churches
I swear it isn't just me hearing the hymns sung by children of God and God’s children's children
I know it can't be just me hearing these sounds
Older nights just like this bring me home
To believe that i walk along the same roads someone once ran
Away to home these streets once sang now they sing a sad song along the weeds we once blazed
Come back home they sing now
The stars in harmony
We miss the bare feet
We miss the ***** hymns and the pastors praying in the middle of these streets on their knees
They sing
Come on home, to a new home, a home i once knew, my home

See the blossom of jet black hair
Feeling the golden victory in the air
Rain pondering above this visor
Yet what shields beneath the visor is a skin so fair
So fair but so fake flakes of innocence is lost
At the wake of my dead skin flakes I stand in the midst of the pondering rain
See me soak my jet black hair
Hear the victorious screams in the air
That visor stands cold with one less body to keep hold
I have no Jordan or KDs to keep dry
I have no fake gold that will melt against my skin
Or a blinds guide to care for
My fake flakes rejuvenate
I spin around feeling the spring breeze brush against my knees
As the beauty melts right off of me
Now all the fake and lies in me can be set free
Just like every thing you've ever told me

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