I believe I can be free from you
That the memory of you is less a tattoo
More of a bruise
Painful
Not permanent
Yet a memory
still
Is what you held me
And yet still lingered briefly
was the belief I had in being your wife
Your King’s crown
Only a fool’s gold
from Jill Scott’s script-ure
Karma is my favorite *****
and I won’t even have to wish her on you
Your demise
already Materialized
in the form of Your weakness’s
Imprints on me
To be clear
This is about me now
My evolution
almost makes me want to thank your ***** ***
Because What I’ll do with this hurt
Is God’s work
Breaking generational curses as I
Dare to heal in public
The audacity of me
See...You never understood me
Never bothered
You may have taken my first time from me
But you were the only one slaughtered
You’ll never forget
The night you killed your soul
I’m your tattoo...yet stranger
Judgment day will be your toll
&...
For me?
The ampersand runs deep
A magnolia blooms in my womb
No longer A tomb
for all the Ways
yo mama didn’t love you
Will you tell her you hate her?
Once you do
Will you tell her to
“Get that look off your face you act like you never been in pain before”
Look her in the eyes when you do
That’s your thing right?
It wouldn’t be your first time anymore either
You don’t have **** to lose
Gon head...Let that hate sink deeper
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 8:54 AM UTC
I believe I can be free from you
That the memory of you is less a tattoo
More of a bruise
Painful
Not permanent
Yet a memory
still
Is what you held me
And yet still lingered briefly
was the belief I had in being your wife
Your King’s crown
Only a fool’s gold
from Jill Scott’s script-ure
Karma is my favorite *****
and I won’t even have to wish her on you
Your demise
already Materialized
in the form of Your weakness’s
Imprints on me
To be clear
This is about me now
My evolution
almost makes me want to thank your ***** ***
Because What I’ll do with this hurt
Is God’s work
Breaking generational curses as I
Dare to heal in public
The audacity of me
See...You never understood me
Never bothered
You may have taken my first time from me
But you were the only one slaughtered
You’ll never forget
The night you killed your soul
I’m your tattoo...yet stranger
Judgment day will be your toll
&...
For me?
The ampersand runs deep
A magnolia blooms in my womb
No longer A tomb
for all the Ways
yo mama didn’t love you
Will you tell her you hate her?
Once you do
Will you tell her to
“Get that look off your face you act like you never been in pain before”
Look her in the eyes when you do
That’s your thing right?
It wouldn’t be your first time anymore either
You don’t have **** to lose
Gon head...Let that hate sink deeper
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