Look at me up here exposed, shoving my whole spirit straight at you
Look at you in the audience low and loud, swaying to my groove
Clap clap clap, rush to set up a rats trap
Praise me in Kudo’s, Bravos and more
When ears believe the stroking
I stop trying to leave, stop apartment poking
Sealing me inside the house I shy away from what feels like bolted doors but they are wide open.
And when you rock back n forth with a confident capture, I’m then the star missing on the stage
For all you care I’m there, I can curl up and die. Your secure I’m here your sure and shift back in shades of rage.
What color performance are you waiting for?
You’ve seen me within your validations radiate pure white
When black scenes bring your misogynistic hate I get ideas again to take flight
So you batten down the hatches again with compliments and gifts so sweet
When am I going to learn it will always turn black and just for me, for me, I CAN be free.
Yes the colors of black and white live here, but blood red is sure to make a cameo if I don’t get out somewhere.
It's the cycle, I knew it well. I hope you got out. So you batten down the hatches again with compliments and gifts so sweet When am I going to learn it will always turn black and just for me, for me, I CAN be free. Great writing x x x
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It's the cycle, I knew it all too well. I hope you got out of this toxic relationship. 'So you batten down the hatches again with compliments and gifts so sweet When am I going to learn it will always turn black and just for me, for me, I CAN be free.' Jo xx