There’s a painted bird on the wall and no love in my bed.  
Don’t nobody see what go down here, smoking out  
the window, a Muse-like voice counting all the ways  
I spill over myself. I wanna get free. My hair ain’t  
combed, I ain’t talked to my mama in two weeks  
months, there’s a Panera bag next to the couch full  
of an old me I don’t want no more. My altar only  
got one Southern face on it. I turned off all my  
notifications and packed a bowl. I wanted quiet  
and now I can’t take it. Said I wanna be alone,  
and them niggas actually left me alone! They got  
some nerve! I’m braiding my hair so it look like  
somebody care about me. Getting my nails done  
just to hold another hand. Showing skin so they  
know I ain’t made of nothing weak. Name on my  
necklace like somebody claiming me. Staring at my  
shit on the floor like the fuck you want me to do? 
This extra weight on my body hung loose, hold me  
down. Missing one of my favorite earrings and got  
no sense of direction. I’m riding the 76 bus east, I guess.  
Practicing how I’m giving myself up to any girl looking  
at me and seeing a pretty dyke with dead ends and a hater.