I’m not the kind of sista you’d wish to be
I’ll taint you like a blood stain.
on that.
white blouse.
That you like to wear only on Sundays
and the church won’t permit me to exist so I bleed
Forever flowing
I ran a river so deep and I pray that this black hole will cleanse me
I’m filthy sticky plastered
a bastard
a bit chaotic but I don’t show at least
at peace it seems but.
I’m not the kind of sista you’d wish to be
Freegrandmaa 