Love Poems

Now

Don't tell me how to raise her
I won't let her cut herself with a razor

I've seen the scars
I've seen the drawings of her getting hit by cars

I know the struggle
I know how to hussle

I wish you would see,
Instead of kicking us in the knees

Don't tell me how to raise her
Because I will make her shine bright

The razor,
That she only uses at night,
Is turninh to dust in her hands

No, go away, get in your Vans
And walk away

Away from this family
This shining bright light that you can't control

Thank you,
For nothing