selfieness - Moodie Black

God as fuck

Broke like death in my trunk for months

Noise like fists what it matter?

first

When I was seven years old bully dropped a curse ugh

I’ve seen the mass go past 21 trans dead beating my ass

World in a feast its a massive bitch

To be alive in a time when your at the wick

Bitch oh no

I swear to blood I was master fang

I wasn’t enough

I don’t represent

How you want me to fit

Nothing

Said it since

Truth is, Voyeur like Hitchcock

No shame on me like jpeg

Same shit everyday big black flutes still blown away first born brown girl

bleeding here

Bleak sewn dominance culture rich social worn dominos bad paint leaking at the

obvious

Bitch this is mastery better to believe than my misery shit wasn’t meant like

my parents be

No bless Christ like we are undecided

My fangs your flag we are all divided

It don’t matter what I’m planning bout a decade saying

Representing what your mad at it what the fuck a white man

Not a figment of idea no agenda ranted

I am nothing but a woman what I manifested

More power red hats black power lynching

Tree limbs all lit looking like it’s Christmas

We are melting, melting puddles of black

Same void in me too cellophane

Shame things tired of the selfieness

Watching what it looks like this life filtering what’s my height bleeding at

the gums til you eat from

Bow to the mountains hurt I enrich I will not fit probably to the dust when the

wax drips

Guess what I’m asking

Things much bigger than my mattress

Bitches feel alive with an asterisk

All I see is bodies

Mock ropes hanging from the moccasins

Learned to be at stress with the awkwardness

New limp conscious way more peace than the last fat

Skin still the same since our birth hurt

Well rot paranoid

Flame dame quited in rainbow shame

Changed now I’m blamed to the breasts arranged

Aimed that I’ll never flick rich in a misfit blitz of a glitch rich bliss for

the first wish missed