Elevation requires separation
A constant thought In my social media generation
But I can’t separate from myself,
Or my fears and insecurities.
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I’m my own worst enemy.
Self-love ain’t easy
So I traded my self esteem
For some right swipes and a good night.
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Sex ain’t a drug or a medication.
But it makes me levitate
As I exorcise demons
From bodies of strange men
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But what’s a good night
In a hard life?
It is an escape.
A break from the pain
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But the pain never ends
It comes in ebbs and flows
Creating a new natural disaster
For each and every one of life’s chapters
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Me, myself and I try to make it through everyday
With a smiling face and no complaints
But I forgot how to fake smile
And I ain’t laughed in a while.
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I tried to believe people could do better.
New year, same shit, and I am bitter.
Life ain’t gold or glitter.
And I still gotta rock this painted smile and be the token.
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Maybe I am the Bitch.
Maybe I am the Chosen.
Maybe I am tired of my worth being misquoted.
Maybe I am toeing the thin line between fuckshit and focus.