For her, the dark(h)er

Woo, Man this world is crazy

Woo, Man this world really hates me

Woo, Man all they seem to do is invade me

Man, am I worth it?

Any body is worth it but mine

No body black like mine

Oh my

. . .

They hate me

Trying to kill me

Fuck me to curse me

See how they do me?

Oh my

Fate tugs on that faith of mine

. . .

Man but I love them

Do anything to protect them

March for them, tweet for them

Ask for them, lie for them

And if I could, I would’ve laid for them

God is a man for them

God the woman still hides from them

She sees what they do to her children

. . .

Still we pray for them

Cry for them

Birth for them, birthed them

Raise for them, raised them

Love for them, loved them

. . .

But shit, they still hate my guts

Body dark skin dark life hard

Only like me, the trendy me

Clipped out the best parts thinking you could play a better me

But those lips, can’t kiss like me

And that body conceal lies beneath

Hair can’t nappy, cause it don’t carry my story, all the darker stories; the mystery to the bounce you see

And to think you can master me? What a fanatsy

After all the pieces you got of me, you still can’t make peace with what you see

Your home is a different breed

Nothing like me

. . .

That’s why,

You don’t fight for me like I fight for you

If I die, you are still you

If you died, I bring justice to you

I become the new you

. . .

When will you fight for me?

For all of me?

The greater me, the weakened me

The tired me, why are you always tired of me?

When you’re the one that tires me

How about the new me, already used to me?

What about all this change you see?

Why remind me of what I used to be?

When I told you how it left a hurt in me?

And the friendly me?

Quiet is your favorite part of me.

For you, I’m only good to see.

So used to being silenced, I forgot my language, I stopped speaking to those who understood me

“You are better than them!”, you assured me

My first tragedy; believing you

I was a little bright,

Not too, just enough

For you to dim when it's too revealing and to turn on for a way out of the darkness

But your love for me goes as far as what I can expose

My final tragedy, knowing I am disposable and still I stay

. . .

Still, I fight outside for the one who fights me inside

Comparing, attacking, hurting, rejecting my own

Putting my life in danger, just to prove I’m worth living

And one day, maybe worth loving

We have no choice but to live on the wrong side, by their side

Wrong side meant, eye rolls, trolling, gossip, drama, catfights

Right side meant, catcalls, stalking, abuse, rape, death.

Either way stuck in space, cause what matters don’t seem to matter

I mean what a life, we don’t matter.

. . .

I hate to think God lost his brush with me.

Painted me dark so they can’t see me

The color I am,

Too loud in the sun

Invisible in the dark

What a fucking luck!