For sale

I’m not for sale
My soul or ambitions can’t be bargained
My heart or voice can’t be taken from me
I never gave up my freedom

Little Girl

Hate to be the little girl
Growing up in this big bad world
Love to see what she will be
After fighting her way through sexism
Batteling racism
Hope she never gets defeated
Never fall for the statistics
Because there’s more to overcome
And I want to see you win

and . .

And people will judge
But never take the time to understand
They’ll laugh at how you feel pain
How you choose to heal
Your hurt may be different
But you still hurt
So cry if you need to
Scream if you need to
Cuss if you need to
And get back on your shit

Plan B

I’m not sure what I lost
But it’s left me empty
I feel guilty
I had a choice
I wanted to hold him
But I couldn’t
I wanted to feel her grow
And I couldn’t
So I’m left
No idea what to do next
overfilled with regret


You avoid it
Looking me in the eyes
Hold my hips tightly
Whisper my name
But you never look me in the eye
Lay me down
Satisfying me
All the while never looking me in the eye