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Got He(Art)?
(cue EKG sounds)
Spiritually guarded.
I got a tank for a heart,
so It's heavy, like me.
My aura stands out
like it wants to be best dressed.
I look down and I am wearing
7 pounds on my sleeve
A gem that's blessed.
In my own in world.
Main character,
body tea,
and needs a lot of rest.
Surviving weird vibes
and incest, mice, pests,
and tons of disrespect.
Empowered through each test.
Fighting egos, bad memories,
like a kid still growing up type stress.
Cut off a tumor in my right breast,
like a bad rumor.
I had to get some shit off my chest,
and gained new boobies.
People held on to my nipples
as if they knew me.
But they don't know this pain,
I'm angry for very good reasons.
My third eye opens wider every for treason.
Found some things to believe in, and learned
I am nothing without you.
God loves you,
like the matrix loves fools.
Looking up at oceans skies
Drowning in still blue,
fruits still strange too.
My black body seeks love,
in the air, in the breeze,
yet trauma is still somehow cool.
Building muscles to weight of fate.
7 pounds on my sleeve
I roll my arm up to pay
the tax fee of self-hate,
for being upfront about the funk
the jazz, and new age.
Fools vent with rage.
The wise is calm instead.
White Supremacy should be dead,
and we could all be breaking bread.
We hold our breath instead.
I can’t breathe.
7 pounds on my sleeve
Pumping 3 sets of 15 reps.
I sweat & bleed,
navigating each menstrual release.
I get blessed before I sneeze
Sheesh!
I’m in graduate school.
Entrepreneur? Very demure.
I endure each day, like it's just a phase.
picking up speed to get properly paid.
7 pounds on my sleeve
Confidence says, I am the race.
Running the game with this pretty face.
licking my fingers, cuz I love the way I taste.
So delicious.
A princess and a queen doing wishes.
My spirit wishes and dreams.
Cut and pasted from heaven,
I am encouraged to shine,
every time I see
11:11
I'm God’s child.
I am chosen.
Melting through every storm.
I could never stay frozen.
7 pounds on my sleeve
No more token. I found my tribe.
We black and a vibe.
Aligning with the baddest alive, and
everything we do produces good.
You can move the girl out the hood,
but she's just gonna find another one.
As I should be,
exploring my identity
on every street.
I'm driving in my seat, and
traveling through dimensions.
Quantum leaping my ascensions.
Shifting haters out of my mentions,
cuz I am tagged by
the greatest content creator.
I am falling in love with her,
Inner - G.
God’s whoever I want them to be.
7 pounds on my sleeve,
and my arms are grooving.
Jumping and jiving to the music.
Moving our dancing feet,
sensual and free, i'm about to lose it.
For our ancestors,
we can do better.
Screaming unity & drinking Hennessy.
Pour one out for the homies
to stay rooted, and
count…your…heart…beats…
before the last one leaves.
7 pounds
means nothing
when your body is 6 feet
under the trees.
While we're alive, get more rest.
PLEASE.
We need to stay strong.
I need to find ease
With this
7 ounces on my sleeve.
Bendiciones.
Ase.
Peace.
by Saafyr