I don't need me another friend
Take me but please don't hold my hand

With your hands around my neck
I would still pour all my love into you
And what did I expect?
You know your way around my temple
Like the architect
And with my claws into your chest
I'd carve the words
That I could never sing to you.

I stand here drenched in light
Like, say, I'm putting on a show for you
You think that's why I'm here?
Like, say, my skin was made this soft
To cushion the blow for you?
Like, say, my value can be measured
By my willingness to serve?
Do I use too many words?

Should I offer myself to you on a platter?
Like, say, the dreams that got me losing sleep
Don't even matter?
I stand here drenched in light
Like, say, I'm putting on a show for you
But my skin was never made this soft
To cushion the blow for you

Loss and gain, loss and gain
Arriving just to leave again. This is what it's all about, this is what it's always been. I guess it's easy for us to forget that this life is transient. Never constant. Only sometimes comfortable. Only sometimes awful.

It is an eternal river, running downstream. And we come along, for the briefest moment; a hand dipping into the current of life. And we watch as the water drains back through our fingers when we leave; taking with it our torment, laughter and sins. Our love affairs and painful regrets. The stories we told over and over. Every little detail that we identified with so deeply -- it all returns to the Source. And the river does not cease to run when we are no longer in it. It keeps on running, just as the world keeps on spinning, with such intention. An intention that we've spent eternities trying to make sense of.

Sometimes my insignificance is enough to drive me to the edge of despair. But other times I can't imagine a more emancipating truth.
Loss and gain, loss and gain. Arriving just to leave again. This is what it's all about, this is what it's always been.

her soul ached for something a little more than fingers intertwined between hers. something a little harder to find. and it's true; she'd made homes out of humans, because their comfort kept her warm. but it was never enough. maybe she'll never find what she's looking for. maybe she was never supposed to. but until then, in the midst of her uncertainty, she turned over every corner of her world until there was nowhere left to look but inside herself. and what an awakening it was to find that every road led to home.

you're steady clinging to any saving grace that you can find, piling up excuses just to keep his presence justified. not to mention all the ways you let his darkness be romanticised.
the present moments flicker past and you pay them no mind; shackled to a past with him you know you can't revive.

and you could spend a lifetime teaching him to love you right. until you're twisted out of shape dying for him each night.
but you will not play slave to yet another wretched ego, and your being will not cease to glow without him there to tell you so.

and if there is a Lord, He knows that it takes time, to crawl through devastation and to reach the other side. to be damaged and distorted, and to learn you're still divine.
if there is a Lord, He knows that it takes time.

Here I go again
To make you feel uncomfortable
With my onslaught
Of introspective thinking
Maybe you should run and hide
Before it has the chance to sink in

Just a little query for those of you
Who think prejudice
Is no longer existing

If it's not racist why am I offended?
Is it because I like to ruin your fun?
See you transition from white to red
As I shed light on the words you've said?

To you I guess I'm the angry black girl
Looking for something to moan about
I just want to play the victim
Another excuse to scream and shout
So is it me that's magnifying 'us and them'
By 'choosing' to take offence?
Or is it you that's trying to sweep me
Under the rug again?

But hey it's just a joke, it's just a crack
And it's time I learnt to be okay with that
You say this is hypocrisy
You turn the tables onto me
Do I make jokes about my folks?
I do, but I'm a little more qualified than you

'It's not fair,' you say
'How come you can jest
About white privilege, now and again
But we can't do the same
About an ethnic group from a history of suffering and shame?'

Well look, I'll be the first to say
That to discriminate is never okay
But you know full well from where you're sat
Your words carry much more weight
It's really quite simple, you do the math
I don't even know where to begin with that

You can blame rap, blame 'worldstar'
As if that makes it okay
But they're not responsible, you are
For the words that you choose to say

So before you try to fight for the right
To call me your ******
'Cos your best friends uncle's dad is black
Let me just stop you in your tracks
To ask you why it's something
You are clinging to so tight?

Maybe stop and ask yourself
What gives me the right?

I know it doesn't seem it,
but the storms they WILL subside.
All that noise, it WILL die down
inside your troubled mind.
I promise, I promise
All in time.
Just promise me you'll stick around
For just one more sunrise.