Alone

It was late fall we were still fucking in all Then winter sudden, but you didn’t take my call And all these haters try to speculate But they were not there all those nights we hooked up late And my pics and memories remind me of the dates But you’re too busy giving all them lines to be that awake So maybe that’s the price it pays love a gangster in these crazy days The rich play games feed on the young the young pay the price when the right songs not sung Somewhere in a dream, I dream of what real community means While watching some of my ancestors fall prey to the scene White women that think they already have everything wanna play savior to those they enjoy watching suffering My heart sits in a tribal village one only my ancestry knows so tired of fake women, fake bitches and hoes Sometimes I meet some brothers They seem to really get me. And a few bad ass queens. And we sing in harmony. Love to me as the village that keeps bringing itself up to breathe silence in all the chaos around it still trying to bring it to its knees Love is the freedom spoken from our mother’s poetic heart? And somewhere in her unborn child. She feels her fresh start. See women like me we hold up the family tree we are the branches, the roots and the leaves. Love is honoring the woman in her majestic beliefs. Only there is the power that many hunger for but will never know how to drink. Too busy filling cups up with what white monsters think. Love is knowing that even while these times we go through dealing with others judgmental hate we can always get back to the beauty that’s always sitting on our plate. Almost 10 months ago by. You not call. You not ask me why. You dis believe. In the goddess you worshiped. While sitting in Becky’s plastic temu church service. Maybe you’re out there lost at sea. I could throw you a life raft or build you a little dinghy. Or I could tell you to swim across the same ocean you just threw me in. Only I knew how to dance across that water like a savior that don’t be sinking. Yeah that’s me with the emoji winking. Someday those hoes won’t matter when we’re years from this point. N I go birth our baby after I put down this joint. Love can be cold and love can be alone. Love can even be when you don’t pick up your phone. Love can be cold. Love can be alone. Love can even be when you don’t pick up your phone. Too many voices on the line. I’m gonna hang up now. Catch you next time.