Chance of Survival

​Have not my tears or shattered moments
you collector of broken things

Let me kiss all of the shit in me they discarded
Teach it how to love the me they left

How to fight off the heavy of black-girl blues
Balance magic between poised and profanity

All I’m saying is let me love what’s mine
Let me heal on my own

Because you might leave one day
And I gotta be able to pull myself through world 
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   and mourning