By Arcassin Burnham


No shine and above my eyes,
Are his hands,
His hands,
It might take awhile,
To realize,
Hes a figment,
Tearing my black skin apart,
Pressure in resentment,
And rejection,
Swear you ******* have no heart,

No shine and above my eyes,
Are his hands,
His hands,
It might take awhile,
To realize,
Hes a figment,
Tearing my black skin apart,
Pressure in resentment,
And rejection,
Swear you ******* have no heart