Insanity

I wrote a song about my dad

based on feelings that I had.

Feeling incomplete and like I had to compete with a life frozen in time.

A name not mine. Although she’s divine, she’s not alive outside our minds.


When my sister died

I thought I could write through the pain

the world still turned the same

although I am not the same and it hurts to say her name.

A young Black woman

slain

by a man with a bottle stained on the forefront of his brain.

I stead of safety, how insane.

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