Queen, why do you carry your head low
Swollen eyes, bruised lips and broken nose
Why have you forsaken yourself
Guess it's Hard to leave even with so much help
Little baby doesn't know what's going on
Just wish when he wakes up, mommy isn't gone
This time for good
You cried yourself to sleep
Still quite frightened
Reminding yourself he said this was the last time
But isn't that what he said the other night
Deep down you know this isn't how life's supposed to go
But the healer in you wants to fix the broken in him
Queen, sometimes broken things are far beyond repairs
Can't fix the broken when you're broken yourself
Got the strength to leave
Weakened by his sorry pleas
False promises of receiving help
With plans only to help himself
Not to get better
Queen, why do you walk hunched and despondent
Lying to yourself saying this is a part of through thick and thin
The good in you isn't something to be ashamed about
The God in you is what he uses to keep you from walking out
Understand young queen, we aren't offered too many chances in this life
Grab yours quick before this turn into a sad goodbye
Fear is a leash, wrapped tight around your neck
Your love for him is the end of you
Keeping you snuggled in the devil's nest
Break free young queen and run far from here
Better to run from fear than to hear your eulogy through a casket ear
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Black Controversy
PoesíaBlack Controversy is a small collection of poems and short stories focused on issues within the black community and the country as a whole. Although Black Controversy is mainly focused on the problems affecting African Americans, it's pieces also re...
