In The Kitchen

                                                 How I have changed in such a short time

                                                  She Said accept the CV in you
                                          I hear you speaking your language more often
                                           I see you embracing your culture a bit more
                                            I've noticed your hair has that CV touch with the Kinky curls
                                            When you speak you stretch out your letters a bit more
                                             I see you wearing your tribal prints Colors everywhere
                                              Now you are in the Kitchen baking
                                                your putting dinner on the table like your mother
                                                 You're spitting Knowledge like your father
                                           You're doing all the things you were taught but never embraced
                                                        So how about we both accept your culture

     

In My Thoughts

I sent him a kill bill text 

Had him feeling like beetle  juice 

Waiting in that line Like number check

Shrinking his head should have loved me instead 

When I stop caring I really don't give a fuck 

I  murdered you in my thoughts 

Gave you a piece of my mind made you see sparks 

The crime scene was a mess 

They said one shot to the chest 

I took half of your heart 

Placed it in my car 

I drove around for a while 


it was self-defense 

He came into my mind worked his way into my heart

He took my body every time raw

I thought he loved me but he just fucked with my mental 

Heels

I been in a mood

Choking on the thought of you

I just want to breath but the oxyxen fills my lungs

I’m not scared of anything but love

I’m not scared to stand alone

I’m not scared to sit on my throne

I’m not scrared to fight until I can’t fight anymore

The feeling of wanting someone

The feeling of  biting my tongue

Minding my business moving along

I tripped on the brick road

My heels got stuck as a reminder of you

Drowning

She was a great white shark on the outside

Mistaken as a maneater

Just trying to find her place on the ocean floor

On the inside she was swimming in opposite directions

Getting lost in a pool of love

Drowning in her own thoughts

Scared to come to the surface

Her lungs rapidly filled with air

Running back to the beginning of the circle

She broke all of her mirrors too scared of her own reflection

Scattered pieces all over the ground

Broken Pieces that could not be rebound