I am all of those things
I am a fragile, scattered, complex waste of space
Who is constantly praying that God will show me grace
And take away my pain
Take me away from this Earth
To a place where I can finally rest
I am all of those things
I am exhausted, weary, and broken
Trying to collect all of the pieces scattered in time
Trying to rebuild a foundation
So that maybe next time I won’t be left picking up the pieces
Left building brick by brick
I am all of those things
I am determined that last time will be the last time
And the next time they won’t get me
The next time I’ll just mind my Black ass business
So that hopefully there won’t be a next time
