Love today looks like brown butter bourbon ice cream and sunlight Like body oil on soft legs And smoothie cream in even softer hair Like breathing and disappearing in sheets Like breast free of cups that don't hold me like the universe does Like lips that taste of caramel And a bedroom that heals in lavender Like woman done waiting Like woman simply being Like body untouched, un-tethered.
I need a mechanic. Because you forgot me and turned my heart metallic. You stopped caring and my gears turned rusty. You never called and my display went fuzzy. You don't write, you don't text... Have you moved on to the next?
I'm standing still, sinking into the soil. The rust is taking over, I'm leaking oil. You sold me, and I want to cry but I can not. You need to hold me, but you tightened the knot. I need to cry but I can not, I am cold and on my knees. Machines don't cry, so you told me.
To Make America Great, When It Never Was, Maybe To Return To Hate, At Any Cost.
Black Boys Stung Up In Trees While Fat White Boys Tug At Their Mothers Sleeves. Children As Slaves Just Not If Their White, Breaking Their Jaws If They Dare To Bite.
Mothers Tears Made Worthless By The Colour Of Their Skin, Still Happens Today Will Equality Ever Win.
To Make America Great, Built On The Bones Of The Natives, Crafted By The Hands Of "The Slaves." But It's Always A White Man Claiming It's Brilliance. Always The Minority Facing White Americas Silence, Victimising Mexicans But How Long Before There's Another Victim? People Aren't Proud To Be An American, People Are Proud They Survived America!