In Progress...
by Katrina
On the frontline
Cause we some fighting niggas
Finding beauty in the ugly
And amplifying it
Cause pretty ain’t pretty
And perfect is just some bs they
Feed us to keep us hungry
And starved
What we consume, we become it
Let’s face it many of us are starving
Anorexic
Looking to others for that meal
That would cure it
Or that drug that will numb it
Or that bottle that will drown it
But same result, emptiness.
It’s like that meal is within us
But knowing we’re worth the truth
Is the task of regurgitating it
And being fed….
