Tar across my skin.
My skin, my heart, my soul.
I did m best.
I gave you what I thought you wanted and here I am.
Hands covered in black from your lies.
You ask me to teach the children.
Help them grow.
And now I’m here.
Here dropped like a piece o garbage
If you knew me
If you took your time to know me.
You’d know those are lies.
And so now I’m the one sent packing.
Bags in hand, tears in eyes.
Because I would never
I would never
I would never.
I know what that feels like and I would never.
And I’d like to spit this back in your face.
But I can’t.
You won’t let me.
So I’ll write this poem
A poem about how you ask one thing and expect another.
How you took a girl still trying to make decisions
Doing what she thought was best
And you painted her black.
Painted me black with guilt and fear and hurt and pain
I never deserved.