You keep my name tucked under your bitter tongue
like poison you sip to feel powerful.
Keep runnin’ to them courtrooms,
spittin’ lies you can’t stand on
keep holdin’ my babies like pawns in your chess game.
But let’s get one thing straight:
I’m the queen on this board.
And I don’t fold.
Ever.

You think you got one up ‘cause you throw my name in the dirt?
Baby, dirt made me.
Pressure turned me diamond.
You forget who you playin’ with.
I was forged in the same fire you left me in,
and I came out swingin’,
heart still beatin’,
love still gold
better than you ever prayed I’d be.

You bitter ‘cause I left?
‘Cause I healed?
‘Cause I made somethin’ holy outta all that hell?
‘Cause you know you could never touch this heart again
and your pride can’t swallow that?
Yeah, I know you
Mr. Control the narrative, Mr. Sniff them lines,
Mr. Tell the judge your lies while I’m at home
wipin’ tears and raisin’ kings and queens
outta the pieces you tried to break.

Keep holdin’ my babies like they leverage

they mine by blood, by soul, by the prayers I whisper
when the world gets quiet and God leans in to listen.
You ain’t never gon’ cage this lioness, Andres.
Never gon’ break this mother who’d drag hell itself
just to see her babies free from your bitterness.

See, you don’t scare me.
Your powder don’t scare me.
Your fake tough don’t scare me.
I’m one of God’s favorites
go ahead, test that.
Try me
watch how truth dropkicks your lies into the light.
Watch how my name stay golden
while yours sink in the same shadows you hide behind.

You wanna play hard?
I’m harder.
You wanna play *****?
I’ve been cleaned by the same God you mock in your sleep.
Ain’t no paper trail or snake tongue
gon’ keep me from what’s mine.

So go ahead, baby daddy
keep thinkin’ you the villain in my story.
I’m the storm, I’m the flame, I’m the *******’ lioness
God built to roar so loud
the chains fall off my babies’ names.

Keep talkin’.
Keep lyin’.
Keep playin’.
Just know when that sun come up
and your shadows shrivel,
it’s gon’ be me
crown straight, eyes forward,
babies held tight,
heart made of fire and gold
untouchable, unstoppable, unbreakable.

Say my name right.

I’m the voice you choke down
when your smile lies for you.
The one that growls
when your pretty face can’t hide your war wounds.
I’m the echo that don’t need no hallway,
don’t need no mic
I boom in your bones
when they doubt you can hold your own.

See, I’m not here for small talk
I’m the full sermon,
the tear-stained gospel you preach
when you forget you’re holy,
when you forget your scars been baptized
in every storm you never bowed to.

I talk big
‘cause you come from big prayers,
big mistakes,
big nights crying into your own palms
til your demons tapped out.

I’m that backtalk when they tell you “sit pretty.”
I’m the slam of your door when you got your own rent paid.
I’m the hush in your head that says,
“Try me
try me and see if I don’t rise again
with a grin wide enough to swallow your doubts whole.”

I don’t whisper
I don’t beg
I’m that cuss under your breath
that tastes like freedom
I’m the word you can’t unhear:
ENOUGH.
Enough surviving.
Enough shrinking.
Enough burying your lion
just to soothe their comfort.

So say it with your chest:
You’re the mouth that bit back heartbreak
and spit out poetry.
You’re the lungs that learned to breathe in smoke
and exhale truth.
You’re the thunder rolling through your own ribcage
like you own every bolt.

Talk like the world’s listening
because it is.
Talk like you’re the last prayer on earth

because you might be.
Talk until silence is jealous.
Talk until your name tastes like respect
in their mouths.

And when they ask you who gave you permission?
Tell ‘em your soul did.
Tell ‘em your fire did.
Tell ‘em you did
and you’re just getting started.

My heart don’t come wrapped in caution tape.
It shows up raw
sleeves soaked in stories
I never got to finish telling.
I don’t do surface.
I don’t do safe.
I love loud,
I break loud,
and I rebuild louder.

I’m impatient
not because I’m spoiled,
but because I’ve spent too many nights
waiting on people
who said forever
but meant "for now."
I know what it feels like
to water dead things,
to fight for answers
in silence that screams.

Still
I chase patience
like it’s the only thing
that’ll keep me from burning bridges
I know I’ll miss.

Some days, I’m soft.
Other days, I’m smoke.
But every day,
I’m real.
And that’s rare.
I don’t hide behind pretty.
I don’t speak in filters.
You get all of me
even the messy parts,
even the parts I haven’t forgiven yet.

I give love like it’s holy.
Like maybe this time
it won’t leave me praying for closure.
I write poems in my mind
while people pretend not to see me
but I keep showing up
like I still believe
in the good kind of love.

My transparency
ain’t weakness.
It’s my rebellion.
It’s my power.
It’s me saying
I’d rather be felt too deep
than swallowed halfway.

So if I’m too much,
good.
That means you saw me.
That means my truth made you flinch.
That means I did exactly
what I came to do
be real,
and be unforgettable.

I used to write in cursive spells,
inking truths that tasted like rain
but you turned my poetry into poison,
Chased lines laced with your name.

You kissed me like a metaphor,
complex and dripping wet with heat
but love,
real love,
doesn't require a decoder to speak.

You let me believe I was your muse,
your midnight confession,
your holy place ,
but really,
I was just a page
you planned to burn first right after you hit your game .

I caught the flicker in your eyes,
the kind that you tried to hide
But
Hell nah
that was gasoline
and I just happened to be the match you struck just enough
to watch me glow before I crashed
Yet ....

You etched lies in lullabies,
made betrayal feel like slow jams
smooth,
seductive,
until the bass dropped and
I realized I was dancing to my own delusions

You didnt  just leave me
you left your ghost in the folds of the over lapping pieces that you helped place back in to pieces
Now every time I recite my pain,
your name curls up like the smoke from your smokers
intense and just the flavor on my tongue that I couldn't yet quite grasp

But let this be clear
I was never your charity case .
Or the one that got away
I’m the rewrite.
I’m the ink turned red with every stroke you brush ,
Im the chorus in every rhyme you spit because
I'm really HER
So betray me,
break me,
bleed me on the stage,
and I’ll still spit verses even your opps will replay
because even poison
becomes power
when a poet learns
how to aim.

I am designed as a walking weapon,
No manual, no mercy
just momentum and message.
Steel in my spine, storms in my veins,
I don’t bend, I break chains.

Every threat steps light when they see me,
'Cause I don’t bark I breathe prophecy.
Taught by pain, raised in flame,
Now I carve my name in war’s hall of fame.

I ain’t just pressure
I’m the pulse of the quake,
A silence so loud, it’ll make courage shake.
See, I don’t swing fists, I summon collapse,
And they fall ten times before they can clap back.

Laced with lessons, forged in fire,
I’m the kind of woman your doubt should fear to inspire.
So if you test me, bring all you got
But know that even your shadow gon’ drop.

I’m not the battle, I’m the whole **** war,
The page they rip out and dare not restore.
Built from scars, crowned in grit,
Whoever steps
best believe, they won’t forget it.

I ain’t mad, I’m chosen
but they gon’ feel this shift.
Tried to bury me in silence
'til my prayers started to lift.

This ain't no temper tantrum,
this that holy-woke-up pain,
from a mama who got bruises
but still baptized in the rain.

Don’t tell me to calm down
when I speak what y’all ignore.
I seen love turn into war
right behind a slamming door.

Tatted tears on a canvas,
they think I’m too much flame
but God ain't call me timid,
He called me by my name.

They lied and called it love,
they dipped when life got real,
but I ain't built from fairy tales
I'm built from scars that heal.

I ain't out here seeking vengeance,
I'm out here seeking peace
but if they think I won’t fight for mine,
they best not test this leash.

This rage? Ain’t reckless,
it's disciplined and divine
I learned to bite my tongue
'til blood became my wine.

And I ain't perfect, nah
but I’m standing in my truth.
My babies watch me rise,
so I turn rage into proof.

Proof that broken ain't forever,
proof that hurt don't win
'cause even when I'm shaking,
I choose God again and again.

So no, I won’t stay silent,
and no, I won’t behave.
This fire in me’s righteous
ain’t no soul I need to save...

Except my own.

Let me speak
not from a script,
but from the smoke still clinging to my ribs.
From the silence that raised me,
from the nights I begged God not to let it break me.

I ain’t perfect,
but baby, I’m proof.
That even shattered glass can catch the truth.
That even a girl with dirt on her dreams
can still touch heaven
if she knows what it means.

See, they only see the calm.
Not the war I buried under my palm.
They don’t know I prayed with a cracked voice
and still thanked God like I had a choice.

I didn’t come from love wrapped in lace
I came from survival,
from fire,
from grace.

I walked through things that should’ve left me numb,
but look
I still cry, still love, still rise like the sun.

So when I speak,
I don’t speak to impress.
I speak for the ones who feel too much,
but still settle for less.

I speak for the ones who whisper in the dark
and wish someone could read their heart.

This ain’t performance.
This is a promise.

To the girl still waiting for her father,
to the mom who got clean for her daughter,
to the soul who sees visions in smoke,
but don’t know if it’s healing or just hope

I’m you.
I’ve been there.
Still there.
But I keep climbing air.

So don’t clap for the strength,
clap for the scars.
Clap for the faith it takes
to love with a bruised heart.

I don’t need a crown.
I’ve already been chosen.
By storms that didn’t drown me,
by hands that stayed open.

And maybe I’m still healing,
but every word I bleed
is one less chain
on somebody else’s wings.

So let me speak
not for fame,
but for freedom.
Let me be the voice
you didn’t know you needed
until your soul whispered:
“Me too.”