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 and mourning
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