by JOSEPH
Who is now brown but constantly labeled as black.
There’s a manuscript apparently out saying its bad to be black
and starry like the night sky, which is constantly being questioned
as a sea, a pit of lies.
Yesterday was full of drama and it was too much to handle
So I lid down… excuse me… lied down and I was seeing stars.
I get up but it’s different, almost like I have a new,
Save spot. I thought my coach was over there.
The sky is raining giraffes.
I’m trying to outrun my problems but Jodie says I can’t do that.
Wait, I didn’t tell you about Jodie?
Jodie the lil hope sick homie from the 4th, no, 5th floor with the lonely little label cozy.
So cozy just, to have and to hold, in sickness and it health as I crouch over the toilet
sick to my stomach, they tried to get me to listen to this song.
It was sick and now I’ll bump it. She got carsick while I bumped it.
Sick and I love it. The coven forced her to drink earlier. Light weight
if you’re sick then shove it. Don’t give into the pressure that…
is what you make it.
SUBMIT YOUR WORK
