They said I could be everything,
I could be anything but that.
Because I was black and that would go unnoticed.
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Surrender
I want to give up all the things that make us struggle to relate,
like the misogyny and the old ways of how things should be,
I like the way they are,
the way we’ve agreed on.
Whispers
You smell like last night and bad decisions
I taste like goodbyes and non-commitment.
