When the darkness falls, I’m at my worst

Again and again, daylight stifles my moods

I’d rather walk through the dark alone

Than the brightest sun with fake friends

Imposters who bind me to a world I can’t stand

And tease me with love I’ll never have

But I feel I have a job to do, so I’m not done

There’s always another word to be written

Because there’s always another soul driven

To termination, because there’s no justice

In the jealousy and bigotry of social media

If we don’t measure up, we’re less than

And if I measure too far, am I tryna be white?

There’s pain in these poets I see here

And broken bones in the men I feel there

Held to a standard women would never see

Look at Matt Lauer, Harvey Weinstein, Cosby

But drug a man, rob him, and drop a fine beat

And they defend you in these streets

Everyday I emerge with wings

But you never see them, cause they hate ‘em

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