In 4th grade I killed something to make a girl earrings:
Like my father I am a life thief, it was easy.
Lighting Bugs love Black girls in July,
but what doesn’t pick a season to love Black girls?
Like my father I am a life thief, it was easy
if you pluck the wings – all that’s left is jewelry.
But what doesn’t pick a season to love black girls?
Infatuation is the trail of slime from heart to ear
if you pluck the wings – all that’s left is jewelry,
she accepts the gift but not me, I am candy rot.
Infatuation is the trail of slime from heart to ear,
she pretends to hate insects when the boys come around.
She accepts the gift but not me, I am candy rot.
Every giggle leaves a wingless creature in its wake.
She pretends to hate insects when the boys come around,
she offers me to the boys in autumn.
Every giggle leaves a wingless creature in its wake.
Lighting bugs love Black girls in July
She offers me to the boys in autumn
In 4th grade I killed some
thing to make a girls
ears ring.