Cocoa skinned girl your eyes should be the sun
Disillusionment begets bitterness begets hate
Feel the mass in your chest that can’t let you swallow
Been drowning in your own venom too long

Don’t let snakes writhe in your cracks
Spring from the chains around your arms and legs
Cocoa skinned girl your brown is fresh air on a Spring day
Relinquish all negative content from the brain
Peace! Bow down and pray for light and energy

Love! Call out anyone who says you aren’t to be loved
Permission granted to hug yourself tightly
Tonight – expect a whisper in the wind…

Your brown butter will swirl into gold in the morning

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