-ˏˋ I want yuh skin against mine,
Hands on my lower back, going lower & lower till I'm lifted up, grinding myself against yuh. ˎˊ-
~✧
They think they know everything bout me,
They think they know my situation,
But nah just let me live freely,
Dont tell me this & that, takin away my narration,
I know myself betta than yuh think yuh do,
I dont need no damn interrogation bout who I am,
Just know that I breathe & can feel pain bout the nasty things you speak,
I ain't no weak ass bitch tho,
I talk crazy, love hard, and dream about normality,
I know that I'll never be equivalent to society's norms,
I cant ever be and it signed away since birth,
I know that I'll never find love & be seen as a fetish instead,
They'll talk me down but I'll stay standing,
Even if it means I'll end up dead,
I know not to be ashamed of God's love & creation,
But why'd he make me out to be some sort of decoration,
Like an extinct animal in a cage for all to see,
Who can't live freely,
But yet,
They think,
And think,
&
think.
