The “Talkin My Shit” Written Mixtape
Fuck your opinions
On who I’m supposed to be
The light you sit under?
I provided that
The bones you hold so dear?
I birthed those from my own
My vertebrae stretches for you
Yet you still speak of my essence in small notes
Tiny pieces can’t begin to satiate
Of all I have to give
Fuck you for fixing your fingers to tell me I don’t deserve anything
As if I didn’t create everything