This is what I am
And what I was
For as long as I could remember
I was trash under your feet
Only trash that could be thrown away
Whenever you felt like it.
I was treated like trash
So I thought I was trash
I thought I was only good enough to be used
And abused
And cut
And bruised
I thought I deserved it because of you
I was trash
But trash doesn't always stay trash
It gets found
Treated like it isn't trash.
Pampered because it was never trash.
I am trash
No I was trash
But now I am not
Because trash doesn't stay trash forever
Sometimes it gets recycled.

Standing in a mirror trying to change myself image
Living with the guilt that daddy couldn't
Finish
Every blow to the brain was a reminder
My momma fell in love
With a coward  
Scared to admit he was broken
From lies that his mother
Created
His image was of the man
That she hated
So you killed my pride and shot my
Mind and killed my soul
And Burried me alive
But killing me is killing
Yourself
But in the end
Im a reflecting of your past and present
lyrical Monster
Let the ink flood
and open
The wounds to heaven
GATES
Let the angels guide my
Thoughts and provide my voice
Cause I'm living to die
With out a voice
But the question is are you
Really living
A lie
Or living
To die
So open your eyes and answer my question
Who am I??


XoXo Lost Black Girl