Remembering to breathe
Remembering to soften
My resting bitch face that is my amor
But if I smile
I might be flirting too much
Speak too nice
Bumming it
Or slayin it
They’ll say I was asking for it
Well fuck you
Man this is bullshit
And quiet frankly I’m over it
So yes
Imma look over my glasses at you
Imma smile back
When you want to stare me down
I will let’s my curls bounce flawlessly
In your face
So you can hate on how good it smells
And I’ll pop you with metaphorical bullets So you can hate on how classy a Queen is
But don’t let a homie catch you alone
Out here in these streets
That see it all
And tell nothing
Fam understand
Being on my oneness shit
Don’t mean I’m on some holy shit
Do I look six feet
With holes in my hand
With thorns for a crown
Yahweh I’m just a womyn
Just a womyn trying her best
To keep it togetha
Above water
Effortlessly floating
But struggling to swim
Do you know what that is?
Trying to discipline the mind
While my body plays catch up
Cuz we’re so ready
Just so ready
Always ready
For the flat line to drop
On this unstable beat
This world seems to be trippin off
Jari G. Planning 