a culture born into adversity
still unafraid of water
browns round melons
worried about kisses from a sun
that was made for us to bask in
we learned versatility through
the vain attempts of conformity
they followed our every step
write that down
take that now
on our chains
never own our chains
never owned our crowns neither
jealous is an understatement
place under my ancestor's bones
how many stories lay
here in this dirt
screams from the soil
if only we could hear
if only we would listen
truth hurts but not like
this pain
my anxiety is dated
depression through inheritance
yall got privilege
we got pain
your pride feeds off of my pain
your privilege
and
my pain
- ye ole ball and chain
They are not aware that you have been there already
School sessions and angry lessons
Self confidence at an all time low
I think I know how you feel
I know I know how you feel
Rotten fruit gone bad
Unwanted attention
Told here and there already about things
that you think you know
We never knew
How deeply your pain
Would shape your future
Shake it off surly with age
But she's older now
And all those
Self esteem assassin
Still living inside of her
Have become snipers
A lost girl who was never
Put on the milk carton
You and that fruit
Oh how it will haunt me
For as long as I live
Dear drowning little girl
Who I couldn't save
Because I was a drowning
Little girl
Know that you come from a beautiful garden
Of wild peaches
Knowing that will save you and Me both
- Whitney with a B
