Riding in his car,
with his hand creeping up my thigh,
he tells me that I’m a mystery.
He wants to know
who I was before he touched me,
so he plucks the name of each
past lover from my mouth.
But I am not a graveyard where
mens’ touches have come to die.
There are no tombstones
inside of me, waiting for someone to
blow the dust off of them.
My chest does not come with
names and dates etched into it, so please,
quit looking for the face of each of my ghosts.
There is more to me
than who I have loved.
You will not
learn who I am
by learning how I’ve
|When I'm late:||these ppl gotta chill I'm exactly where I got to be at this moment. God put me here for a reason, I ain't suppose to rush the universe.|
|When somebody else late:||u stay irresponsible. Trash the fuck why u always late? How u go to work?? Lazy filth I've. Been waiting outside for 5 mins.... WHERE THE HELL U AT???!!|