vent – teachquelle

armor

I’ve worn my pain like armor,

Now there is no need.

Especially when I see

that my anxiety

is a

Burden.

I’ve expressed myself authentically

While intentionally hiding my pain.

I’ve gone to the depths of me and realized

I’m not so scary.

I will not implode,

Explode

Evaporate

Or discenigrate

I imagined I am stronger than I think.

And my thoughts take flight

Have you laughing with Aladdin

On a magic carpet ride.

So I will protect you

from my shadow

By standing in my power and healing

That “I’m a bad mutha…

“shut yo mouth.”

From the womb of Jim Crow parents

And sharecroppers of Mississippi

Granddaughter to a grandmother who

remembers that her grandmother was “an African”

How could I ever rob you from infinite joy

And rest that is your birthright?

When your home is justice

and patience gives way to the revolutions fight.

I will not be a “Baby Mama”

With all this drama.

I will be a “Bad Motha…

“Shut yo mouth”

father

To find you did the worst thing any man could do

Abandon a child

Live a lie with so much truth

I find myself so far from you

That I cannot draw near you

as I had before

Is it love, if you didn’t love them?

As much as you loved me

Or am I fool to believe that it’s true

Real

Faithful

Honorable

Never hide, never lie

This is our painful goodbye.

to those who caught strays

What fears have you overcome and how?

I was afraid he’d use you to get to me

And that’s just what he did

When I’m reminded of his penchant

It breaks me down inside

Makes me hide and fear for my safety

Because he said he’d take everything away from me

And I saved it

Screenshot

Of how low you would go to

Go through every page of my book

Break me down

So id have to build myself up

From within.

rain

so much drama, so much pain

im holding on to sunshine,

don’t need your rain.

keep your rolling thunder

your gas lightening up the sky

i keep my face lifted up high

let heaven pour on me

it won’t always be night.

flip it

my read is so fire if you flipped it

you’d think im cursing

matter fact if you don’t script it

you’ll see its cursive

God is my father

watch out you’ll be burning

God is my mother

she’ll take you out of this world and

you acting like it’s astrophysics

im an alchemist,

i mix this pain like a chemist.

god sent you a real one

turned you to a lesson

arms too short to box with God

next time ill move and not feel this harm

now i have to learn and you get this karma

got my script so I dip,

now you heading to phrama – see

now you get what’s coming to you.

warned you before, can’t stop what they do.