#devalue
I smell vermin on you,
As you lie and play the victim
Yesterday you took what is mine
So today I asked you not to
You got so angry at me,
For trying to play fair
You got so used to taking what is mine
My time, my space, my energy
You got so used to taking what is mine
That you forgot they belong to me
When I asked you to stop taking what is mine
You devalued me because you thought
If I’m worth less than you, you can take what is mine
When I asked you to stop taking what is mine
You took advantage of the system that was
Built to protect, to hurt me
How dare you, you thought,
That I try to take back
What is mine
I smell vermin on you
I don’t want you back
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 4:01 PM UTC
He nearly ripped my throat out just to prove his point.
The bleeding thumbs of an angry boy can be tasted on my tongue at 11 pm.
His desire lies in between his toes and his malice in between his teeth.
He screams to a God he'll never praise and kisses a father he'll never love.
The sound of the air blowing between my teeth, however, shut him the **** up.
Shhh.
I have a project for you.
It involves you losing your victimizing nature.
Dropping your entitlement.
Opening your baby browns.
And listening.
Your sweat will never taste sweet until you love yourself like you loved her.
Your legs will stumble on their insecurities until you dance in your impurities.
Your vengeance is futile and will only make you avoided.
I can scream too.
You want to scream?
Scream with me.
But don't say I didn't help you.
Don't say I didn't try.
Don't act like the blisters and welts on your tan skin are from my fire.
You want blood?
I got plenty.
I'll jump rope with your esophagus.
Play dress up in your epidermis.
Understand your motives and thoughts better than Lauryn Hill.
But you can't assume anymore.
You can't believe that I fall to my knees because you make me weak.
That's not the case.
I don't need you like you need me.
Oh, please.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC