Brown women day dreaming
is a waste time.
They've been given many breaks,
cut too much slack.
Cierra la pierna,
Hurry up make the bed,
How will you make this organization better?
Do it all y toma
un stipEND pa que te amargue bien;
No one gives a fuck about your degrees or
the levels of experience-d.
never stay innocent enough
never light enough to
be paid in full
Let us scream about the space men take;
wasted years on em
but still no clock in,
Let us mention the breaking of our kin, of our spirit, of the power within.
Let us speak of the slack we've picked up and flipped.
They forget often
of the destiny they dreamed up
mìerda e sueño
that dragged us here with them.
They try to erase
to play (through the darkness)
to laugh (through the darkness)
to be gentle (to the darkness)
to meditate (in the darkness)
to seek joy in the moments of turbulence
even when the occasion seem
detrimental or of the
That is why I don't do
the wait on them.
I manifest that shit
into the physical.
Lay this brown back on mattress--
take that nap.
Sit on love chair--
put these feet up.
let the water fall from the faucet landing on the place that feels good.
Rio en alto.
Until you can't tell smile line from wrinkle.
Until you can't decide between hysteric, physchotic, or witch.
Cause none of y'all would even think of throwing mujer sinverguenza in the mix.
One thing that stay true:
You the best when you be doing you.
You the most beautiful when surrounded by your truth.
You the happiest when you mingle with tu gente.
You the dream on days when you stand in front of that mirror with no mask--just straight up