One loop
Two loop
Three loop
Four
So many bodies have hit the floor
Call my mommy
Call my daddy
My blood is rushing out a hole
I’m so sorry  
I’m so done
I couldn’t run faster then the gun

What do I weigh?
I weigh the responsibility of my ancestors for what they did to those of a different color
I weigh down the cons from the pros
I weigh the burden of what society says is ideal for me
I weigh the opinion of you, then I choose to ignore it
I weigh more than you can carry
But I will carry myself
Through the tricky path you’ve never bothered to help me clear
For you have never had to walk it
I will leave it clear for future generations to map out
So they will never weigh what I do

I’ll miss you too
but I rather a friend who can’t talk to me
because she’s getting help
then a friend who can’t talk to me because she’s bleeding
all over her bathroom floor