It's Time

something...

It's time

I wanna move

the air here is stale
been breathing it so long
that it taken me this long
to smell the rotten underneath
festering

the people here are no good
burnt by and lied on
has finally taught me that
women are women

f**k'em
only

I'm to weak from hunger
cause my appetite hasn't been fulfilled
in ages
as I have feasted on a
steady diet
of stifled dreams
and realizations of this
will
never
be

f**k'em�
only

it isn't that simple
because like all plants
roots have to be planted
one day
to grow

except I
I wanna be the continual seed
carried by bird in beak
and animal skin
stuck to when grazing
carried to wandering lands
letting wind blows
determine my direction

not shaped by human constructs of
this is what a black woman should do
and what a black woman should want
and what a black woman should be
and �

f**k'em

I didn't ask for this pathway
and I didn't ask for this birth
and I ain't giving no quarter
to the relief fund that is
me�

f**k me
only

I don't particularly care for
masturbation
as it produces nothing but
solitary sweat and small
wet stains that smell of me
and that reminds me
that me is who I'm f*****g over

daily

as I run from being grown
and run from being alone
so I can blame it on her and them
as I move on
to

new sights
new sounds
new smells

wonder how long before the air turns stale?

Reviews

[bey]

the s**t you be thinking....damn. love it!