flood is thicker than water
i'm jealous of the rain
because it is never
afraid to
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black lives splatter
paint me black
paint me brown
brush me up
while they brush me down
paint a smile
no, wait, paint a frown
canvas me around
give me a voice without making a sound
paint me black
paint me brown
paint me in lack
then paint me in a crown
paint me over every crack
paint me on the ground
it’s where my color has bled
it’s where my fists pound
paint me until you win a plaque
paint me, astound
paint me
paint me
until it’s you
and ain’t me
paint me
paint me
damn it, paint me
ever oh so vividly
yeah, make them see
oh won’t you paint me
and set me free?
bohemian boy
he’s a bohemian boy
laughed at for carrying a purse, but it’s filled with joy
he’s a bohemian boy
able to levitate ever since he traded meat for soy
he’s a bohemian boy
ever misunderstood, cunningly coy
he twirls, he spins
he blooms from within
a kid at heart
he loves to play, but he’s not a toy
oh, he’s a bohemian boy
adorned with crystals
protected by potions
underneath a crown of flowers
he has special powers
he prances about
scaring away doubt
he’s high on life
he’s not coming down
he’s a bohemian boy
hmm, maybe he’ll fall in love with troy
possibly roy?
he’s a... wait
what’s that?
oh, for now he’s choosing joy
he’s been hurt
so he made gold from dirt
he’s a...
you know by now
he’s a melody boy
no, wait, a honeybee boy
dripping with sweet, sweet joy
blue moon
i fell in love with him when he was new
he presented the same face, each one a brighter hue
so i gazed and he grew
dazed as time flew
that was then
now we’re through
he transformed and doesn’t have a clue
he’s the moon yet i’m blue
so my tears swell like high tides
yes, it’s true
he’s full yet i’m empty
oh, whatever will i do?
i’ll look up and enjoy the view
...
robin hood
robin was under my hood
kissing me, robin’s lips felt so good
robin did the best he could
you see...
robin was misunderstood
robin was from the hood
if he needed to steal, robin would
oh, robin was robbing
my heart that was throbbing
if he needed to steal, robin would
before he took my heart, i told him he should
he stole from the rich and gave to the poor
he stole my heart and left me wanting more
robin was pure
robin was from the hood
only...
robin was good...
robin was good...
empty parking lot
i’m an empty parking lot
hard as concrete and always sought
drove over without a second thought
too much pressure on my back,
so my pavement has began to crack
i’m an empty parking lot
but today i fought
yeah, today i taught
there’s no need to be concerned
lessons were learned
i’m an empty parking lot
but if you desire a spot...
you better give it all you’ve got
before you try to put your car in my slot
be genuine, don’t plot
don’t be something you’re not
oh, you decided to give it another shot?
i’m an empty parking lot
and you’ve just been caught
no entry unless authenticity has been brought
selfies i’ll never post
welcome to my life
my camera roll is the host
i scroll through it, looking at selfies i’ll never post
you see...
i hate social media, but i hate myself the most
step 1. open camera roll
step 2. scroll
step 3. pretend your life is in control
meanwhile i’m looking at selfies i’ll never post
i have to keep up appearances or i’ll turn into a ghost
so i’ll continue to brag and boost
suffering from an irrational fear that they’ll rag and roast
“wait, how’s my hair?”
“yes, i care”
“oh, what should i wear?”
suffering from an irrational fear
so i stop and stare
before i crop and share
selfies i’ll never post
selfies i’ll never post
scrolling...
scrolling...
scrolling...
i hate social media
it’s so...
controlling
but i hate myself the most
i’m frowning
because i’m drowning
in all these selfies i’ll never post
...
social security
i’m not social, but i need security
i’m not vocal, but i speak for the majority
i’m not local, but i’m surrounded by authority
i’m not focal, but i’m a priority
i’m not vocal, but i speak for the minority
...
table for two
he wanted flowers, but i’m his vase
they move while i stay in place
they’re a catch, but i’m a chase
he wanted flowers, but i’m his vase
their stems cover my base
but they’ll wither while i keep my grace
he wanted flowers, but i’m his vase
they’ll fill my space
but they won’t leave a trace
he wanted flowers, but i’m his vase
we both long for his embrace
remember...
his hands caress me when he brings them to his face
he wanted flowers, but i’m his vase
they came and went at their own pace
they came and went, but i won the race
...
it’s nice to meet you
i ever so
shyly walked up
to the mirror and finally
introduced myself to myself.
i now believe in love at first sight
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