Ode and Lament
to the beings on this corner space
If there was any reason to leave a place
it would be the inability of not having any one to call
should you need to get to W.h.o. at W.h.e.r.e
I wake up no different than my yesterday
No less happy than how I went to bed
But just with some harsh truth of realities
And no need to deny them
Fuck you bitches
Coward men who let your wives tell you who to friend
Cardboard males like my cousins
Who allow all manner of shit by these scheming women
Who turn on and off social media to fit your deceptions
i am no longer entertained by married family having baby with outside woman, the latter by herself, covered by a brother, the daddy never present. everybody knows, she a fool or just playing.
I know I am done when cousins end up being prime assholes.
Fuck you bitches
Who used to be really tight good friends
For whatever your reasons, be they racial, status, or fear.
Fuck the bitches who I have deeply favored
Narine telling me years ago, "you would be with a coolie like me"
Saved from Deen a sociopsychopath pervert, I heard from the book, and assorted others, with face, stories and excuses.
You were all just the ones that I trusted
Fuck you and your fake fraudulent offers of jobs, associations, inroads. This is not the marketing tool my friend had yesterday envisioned.
But Fuck you
cause I can.
I realize I continue to be highly favored and privileged.
I could sit on my ass and not slit my wrists
Without assignments on this plantation
Six years of absence dont exactly equate to one grand exit
But as I sing this song and beat this rhythm of pan
Not even feeling the pain, but it must be some kind of burn
I realize, the greatest gift and in your face clapback
Is to write in a message, to where are you?
"I am on a flight to Morocco"
A sign of my origins
A Pomegranate picked weeks ago
To eat
I since decided to save\
To plant it somewhere in coordinates
Against and With
The Magnolia
Fuck you Bitches
The inabilities and blocks here
Were not my end,
Merely a new Stronger Beginning
Fuck You Bitches
I was the only Badass Female
Wombmyn among endless Lessers
Lilla's visit to me those many decades might have been the clue
She showed up with her paint can bucket
The kind the Sumerian of Annunaki Giant
Hieroglyphics
Fuck you Bitches
The Art, Science, Physics and Maths of Gifts
When you have nothing I need
I have nothing to lose
I am not taking a number in your struggles
Fuck you bitches
I, channeling CardiB,
Can keep writing lines of this
ForEva
to the beings on this corner space
If there was any reason to leave a place
it would be the inability of not having any one to call
should you need to get to W.h.o. at W.h.e.r.e
I wake up no different than my yesterday
No less happy than how I went to bed
But just with some harsh truth of realities
And no need to deny them
Fuck you bitches
Coward men who let your wives tell you who to friend
Cardboard males like my cousins
Who allow all manner of shit by these scheming women
Who turn on and off social media to fit your deceptions
i am no longer entertained by married family having baby with outside woman, the latter by herself, covered by a brother, the daddy never present. everybody knows, she a fool or just playing.
I know I am done when cousins end up being prime assholes.
Fuck you bitches
Who used to be really tight good friends
For whatever your reasons, be they racial, status, or fear.
Fuck the bitches who I have deeply favored
Narine telling me years ago, "you would be with a coolie like me"
Saved from Deen a sociopsychopath pervert, I heard from the book, and assorted others, with face, stories and excuses.
You were all just the ones that I trusted
Fuck you and your fake fraudulent offers of jobs, associations, inroads. This is not the marketing tool my friend had yesterday envisioned.
But Fuck you
cause I can.
I realize I continue to be highly favored and privileged.
I could sit on my ass and not slit my wrists
Without assignments on this plantation
Six years of absence dont exactly equate to one grand exit
But as I sing this song and beat this rhythm of pan
Not even feeling the pain, but it must be some kind of burn
I realize, the greatest gift and in your face clapback
Is to write in a message, to where are you?
"I am on a flight to Morocco"
A sign of my origins
A Pomegranate picked weeks ago
To eat
I since decided to save\
To plant it somewhere in coordinates
Against and With
The Magnolia
Fuck you Bitches
The inabilities and blocks here
Were not my end,
Merely a new Stronger Beginning
Fuck You Bitches
I was the only Badass Female
Wombmyn among endless Lessers
Lilla's visit to me those many decades might have been the clue
She showed up with her paint can bucket
The kind the Sumerian of Annunaki Giant
Hieroglyphics
Fuck you Bitches
The Art, Science, Physics and Maths of Gifts
When you have nothing I need
I have nothing to lose
I am not taking a number in your struggles
Fuck you bitches
I, channeling CardiB,
Can keep writing lines of this
ForEva
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