#Womandla

Something about this strong womxn bullshit urks me
Really?
I live unfulfilled until his joy is burgundy
Dyed and inked in my blood
Sweat and tears
Too much to bare
It's centralised around the fears that cannot keep you woke
Laughter and caresses do more than spoke
Journeyed alone without honey pavements
These experiences have scared me of life and its commitments
It's tantrums, bedroom  moans and Sunday afternoons
Soon,
I'm doomed to sacrifice my financial status
And be the one who blesses
The one who dresses
Like a clown in public and look hurt in private
They say you'll never know who's true so hide your secrets
Don't tell them your regrets
Just let them see it.
But I'm disappointed its been the longest
And you still stuck in routine without change
You still beg, borrow and steal
... to remain numb.