These streets ain't safe
These ******* looking at me
Like I'm some kind of bait

My melanin
Apparently intimidating
So confused
But so used to the ruse
These men, women and in between, no definitions
They call them sins
If I ain't looking like milk
Hows that funny?
Trying to make jokes about my melanin and honey

Depression is like acid,
It eats at us furiously and doesn't seem like it is capable of stopping, it burns.

With intense determination, eager to bring us to our knees and sobs to our lips. It damages us, most times irreversibly but what it does is give us a chance to step out of our old skin that is hurting, the skin that doesn't let us sleep at night. But the painful thing is that it is never truly easy to step out of that skin that clings so tightly to our bones.

The girl that sits infront of you
Having ended her journey
Is not the same girl who started her journey
So please don't dare speak to her like the old her that is lost

I've never been in love with myself as I have been the last few months
Loving my soul, body and mind
And not apologising for what this trinity produces, creates or loves

If winter is over
Then why hasn't my heart melted?

There's been movement of my soul and I
From place to place
Home to home
We want to stay but we keep being kicked out

Once there was love,
A vast torrent of emotion pulling at the strings of her heart.
Once there was love,
Soft kisses replaced by rough hands.
Once there was love,
But then violation after violation replaced that love.