you're damaged goods you've got bumps and scratches you've got internal bleeding you've got open wounds that no one can see

I’ve been here before I’ve been at the edge of this cliff ready to take a risk not a fear in the world because there’s nothing to lose

you make my bones weak the way you pull at me from places I can’t see you make my tongue slip with words I shouldn't speak

they’re all watching now waiting for a slip-up a mess up any kind of minor hiccup anything they can point their finger at

brown girl, what soil did you grow from? your roots are my roots but you sprouted so different