Woman body

Woman body don’t give a fuck about that shit

Young self holds the messenger

Hidden burdens are turned to birds and

We learn to hold our sticks and stones and

We fold to break our own arms leading the way to pave

Make ends meet with woman’s meat

What a dog that eats dog girls

Woman’s bodies don’t give a fuck about rocking a foreign world

Key whispers from chosen Gods in dress

One day

One day see the fruits of my labor
Miracle after miracle
How lightly I’ll float by
I’m sure I wouldn’t even recognize
How slow my mind processes
I’ve been keeping my eyes to myself
Can’t see me
Refuse to see
One day I’ll be a shooting star and won’t be able to help but notice.
I won’t even be able to stop; catch a glance or nothing
The collisions will simply be an after thought as I’m smoking a winter spliff