Beneath the dark corner, she lay there
Love was the gift wrapped with fear
Gone were the days smiles were rocking
Now and then his fist did the talking.
I am Africa
I am the first of our kind
I am history
I am tales a million years old
Love was all he tried to carve
Due to rejection he was left to starve
He crowned you his queen, his only muse
You fed him theatrical words, he was being used
They sought chemistry
We made art.
Love birds on the tree
I am evil because of my skin
Handcuffed my hands and feet
Taught to hate my brothers
And feel inferior to others.