Black Girl in White America.

Depression

Depression sang a sweet melody of broken hopes and empty promises.

Her shoes tapped like the rattle of prescription pills

Lips as thin as cuts row by row lines of three.

You see Depression wasn't just pretty she was beautiful.

Hips as wide as the sky lips as red as blood.

Kisses bringing you one step closer to death but you see Depression wasn't one to put out.

She liked to take her time. Wrap her arms around you fingertips tracing your wrists like razorblades.

And your vision fades but your eyes stay trained on her.

You can't help but here her voice like a soft echo reminding you that she ain't the only one in your head but she is the only one you listen to.

Her fingers like twinning rope beckoning for you to jump in.

Lips tasting like regret laced with formality.

Depression was that little girl your first time and she kissed your skin red staining your shirt.

Depression sang a sweet song with a rhythm you could overdose too.

Dressions voices was like a gunshot loud and clear.

Her skin the color of the abyss you seemed to have gotten so used too.

And as the lights dimmed you got dimmer yet Her voice was clear coaxing you

Depression sang a sweet song of what black people refused to acknowledge.

Her voice litting a match under those hateful words you though weren't true.

Depression was your security blanket. The only thing that truly loved you

And her eyes weren't judgements like the ones you imagined on a daily basis.

Just face it. Depression was the only real thing you were coming home to.

Depression sang the blues. Not because she was sad but because it was the only thing you ever knew.

She was that 1 2 and that 3 or 4 sips of that same old poison you'd become accustomed too.

And when depression stopped likin her name you started calling her Hope.

Cause that's what she gave you.

And when she sang it was something you could get drunk to.

Something that made you forget your worries. And the stupid things life left you.

And just like her name she left you to.

And sometimes you wondered if death was easier then dying.