What becomes of us when I no longer fit you anymore When we’ve grown in different directions and I’m no longer apart of your puzzle Our edges have been ripped, bent and torn apart

So we don’t fit together like we used to At one time we held the same values

And spoke the same struggles We shared the same vision and wrote the same stories

But now I read your pages and can’t understand the language in which you write

Our edges have been ripped, bent and torn apart

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Black souls navigate life Taken for granted Constantly mocked The style, the mannerisms First ignored then taught Never for sale but always bought I am your inspiration For all things envisioned What


He who does not remember he is half woman Nurtured by blood Fed through milk He does not know when he disrespects she He disrespects me He fights against his own essence of being Grown from power Live


I pray you find comfort I pray you release When the night is still, I hope your dreams move you May your thoughts nurture you And your past teach you I pray you learn everything I couldn’t teach I hop


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