write with your soul,
he will be healed in no time,
I've written over a hundred
darling,
poems, are never enough.

These words leave my mind
Course through my veins
Find strength in my pain
And bare their soul through ink stains.

May or may not be intended for you
Cause if the shoe don't fit
Get yourself a size two
I don't have the capacity to disrespect a whole race,
Oh yeah this isn't an apology too.

I wrote Caged Bird to tolerate ignorance
It was more of me letting off a hindrance.
I let it bare my fight
My hooks were my words
My jabs, my verbs.
And the ten count was the title, Caged Bird.

Yesterday someone called me a N**
I just wrote unhindered
I let loose my mental trigger

So I've said it before and I'll say it again
If the shoe doesn't fit
Don't worry my friend
So if you know where you stand,
Be there, unshaken.
If your lip have never uttered the words
Then why is it offense you've taken?

My darling, I might,
Be going utterly insane,
For I can no longer tell,
Which way is up or down.
My thoughts mere words,
Flashing pictures in my mind,
Faces of people I can't name,
Touches and feelings I can't explain.
My fingers are frenzied,
Out of control with minds of their own,
My limbs manipulated,
By the monster once locked away.
My screams and shrieks,
Rattle the cage where the demon hides,
Wearing down the walls of which I've built,
To save the world from myself.
Alas, I dread the hour that has come,
Where the cage smashes open,
Releasing the beast into my brain,
Destruction and pain shall forever reign.