The string of Words
reaching
across the World.
Epiphanies set,
pen to paper.
Those ink blots
translating
an eternal language.
Each word a paradigm
of the Poets' Truth.

Don't talk back to me
Don't talk to him
Too much time with your friends
I need you now
Stay on the ground
Dress for me and me alone
Cover up outside
Come over
I am your home now
Don't question me
You need to learn your place
Don't leave me
You're all I have
You're all mine
Shut up and sit down
The hits
Accompanied by a kiss
How could you ever leave
Don't you think it's bittersweet
I will *******
I need you
I can't look at you
I love you
Can't you tell

pick your poison
so i believe it goes
doesn't matter what
as long as it helps you forget

wake up worse
than you were before
double the dose
is the only solution i know

lying here
numb to the world
i look up at the sky
so far gone i forget to remember why

Compton, New York
West side, East side
Nope.
Just a white girl from Mississippi,
Nah, it's not a joke.

My true self, my true words, my true pain.
The world shouldn't have to cope.
The world shouldn't have to think it's alone.
Cause I'm with you,
Oh, I'm with you.
All that hate that you own.
I used to feel some too, but the kind that you evoke?
All that racism that makes you choke.
I'm with you, but you don't have to cope.

Before you let counterproductive words slip from your mouth,
take a minute to think of me. Don't let our fight go South.
I will make a pact from my soul to yours,
I will not let them make racism into another "war".