Rank Daisies
Butterfly bloodbath. All these bodies on my pen
might leave a stench-
know that ink stink good
like sweet pussy.
Can’t you feel me bleeding for you?
Let my womb cry out.
If I shout-
bet you can’t overlook me.
//
Tell me,
who I have to be?
A wolf?
A bee?
A machine?
Your spleen?
Or maybe somewhere in between-
I mean…
Why must there be bloodshed
whenever I choose me?
Do you believe in me?
Do you really even see me?
It’s like you mad ’cause I got
soldiers who would
part the fucking sea for me.
Tell me-
who I have to be?
A beautiful little fool-
the best thing a girl can be?
//
Well…
my once-golden, shimmering mirage
had some flaws
and only camouflaged
my lost prophecies.
Like-
why whenever I get fly,
you wanna start with me?
Like-
how you claim love
but always spitting venom
when you talk to me?
That shit don’t make no sense.
When it’s niggas that’ll
lose they mind ’bout me.
And bitches wishing they could
swap they lives with me.
And niggas that’ll
take they time with me.
And bitches that wanna
blur these lines with me.
And…
you know what?
Fuck it. You’ll see.
//
You see-
you steady leaving me
naked amongst wolves.
You know these niggas
can’t wait to feast on me.
Buried deep in the ghetto,
another prodigy goes unseen.
And I swear, it’s like-
butterfly bloodbath.
Set me free.
Set me free…
//
They know this-
ink stink good like
Old Money.
Like dead presidents.
A thumb in the butt-
they fuck
and stink up this country.
My sweet Amerikkka,
land of the free.
If I get on my knees,
will you recompense me?
For the humiliation,
all these lashings I’ve taken-
choke me, fuck me, whip me, slut me-
ain’t shit free.
rape me, hate me, chain me, hang me-
ain’t shit free.
My once-golden shimmering mirage-
I scoff at the American Dream.
//
Wings to the sky.
The wolf snarls at the bee.
I believe I can fly
’til them pigs yell freeze.
You dominate me-
crack from the back,
you leave blood on the leaves.
Nah.
Ain’t shit free.
Yo, somebody tell the Israelis that
we won’t bleed-
no, we won’t leave.
I say we meaning brown,
not we meaning green.
It’s just sorta my habibi creed.
And pussy is always political.
//
Like-
wasn’t that no man’s land?
And no man’s hand shall
fist through these seas
or subjugate me.
Tell me-
who I have to be?
A law-abiding citizen?
Or maybe the queen?
And even then-
what would it mean?
//
Pussy like land-
at the hands of a man
they always bust at the seams.
Mapped.
Fenced.
Taken.
Forced into
moiety.
And I swear it’s like-
butterfly bloodbath.
Set me free.
Set me free.
//
They know this-
ink stink good
like gasoline.