I can’t deal.
My feelings aren’t up for an appeal.
So they sit in this jail cell until they are serve its next meal.
What an obligation I have towards them.
See you can’t help who you love, and that’s the essence of it.
Don’t know what to do with these woes so I (try) to ignore them by playing games.
The same games that keeps our emotions caged.
If I crafted the words that the correctional officers dictated for me to leave this alone,
I could make a fishers net so you’ll always know theirs more of them in the sea…
However I’m someone you can call home.
Yet and still I have this detainer on my soul.
No entry to your goodness because you saw a leach on my phone,
Too worrisome of what my friends thought now Ill be living a dormant life on my own.
And I know what I can do to bring you to your knees.
I’m just not needed.
See God gave us eyes for us to see,
And I saw life on the outside through your docile spirit.
I just needed to be release by you simply giving me the keys…
I wake up thinking about your candor and I light up as if I see a way through this…
But then I see in this bed its only me…
When do commissary come?
Maybe I can write you again to make you finally feel undone.
I know I can, I just been doubting this love.
When I get out, the first thing I want to do is birth you a son.
To show the world what magic looks like,
To finally build us on a foundation that comes from our crumbs.
The crumbs of our mistakes.
From the chains that are on my feet,
To the crown of your head to the soul of your own feat.
I will stay in this confined area until I know we can go to trial with no chance of defeat.
You taught me how to be a woman.
Wait for me, I’ll be out soon.