Sometimes life isnt fair and sometimes holding your breath waiting for your true love can end up with you feeling very light headed
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The Colored Girls
Ever since I realized there was someone called a coloured girl,
an evil woman, a bitch or a nag
I’ve been trying not to be that and leave bitterness in somebody else’s cup.
Come to somebody to love me without deep and nasty smelling scars from lies
or being left screaming in a street full of lunatics whispering
Slut, bitch, bitch nigger.
Get out of here with all that.
I didn’t have any of that for you, I brought you what joy
I found and I found joy. Honest fingers, round my face.
And then there’s that woman who hurt you, who you left three or four times and just went back after you put my heart in the bottom of your shoe. You just walked back to where you hurt and I didn’t have nothing so I went to where somebody had something for me…but none of them were you.
I got a real dead love in here for you now because I don’t know anymore how to avoid my own face wet with tears because I had convinced myself coloured girls had no right to sorrow. I lived for you. Oh I know I did it for myself but I couldn’t stand it.
I couldn’t stand being sorry and coloured at the same time. It’s so redundant in the modern world.
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