I know what they say
I've heard the rumors
Making me seem like
I am the bad guy
Put my foot down once
& now the world says "About time"
Cause I let that shit slide
For a while, now
You find out I'm petty
I want my money
No love from your heart or your soul, bitch
Forget me
Everything up until now's null & void
Since you want to say fuck me
& everything that I do feel
So why so surprised when I go in for kill?
I let you slide cause got God on my heels
Pushing me towards things I love & that heals
Why?
Cause I got my art
On my side
In the field
I'm tryna go there
Get what I want
What I love
What I feel?
I'm feeling really backed into my past self
Where I treat people like they treat me
Baby, I'm a mirror
& you are getting nearer
To destruction
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War, in Parts of Four
PoésieA series of poetry written in a time of turmoil and confusion about said turmoil and confusion. From Nostalgia to War. From War to Trauma. From Trauma to Acceptance.
