What about them curses we carry? From them stories “Yall” buried?
They always said “I was too much”
Because I bloomed where they felt they wasn’t good enough?
They pushed me in the darkness cause they knew it frightened me.
And the rage I felt pushed a shift inside of me
The type I wouldn’t let silence me.
He tried to groom me.
Mama said forgive him
ooh that unsettled me; Kind of baffled me
God ain’t she suppose to protect me?
Like I was heaven sent?
Have my back against them demons that the devil sent?
Talkin bout “what happens in this house stays in this house”
This lady gotta be from places where time is bent
I wonder if that’s where her spirit went?
Somewhere with the kisses that she never sent.
Maybe she look at me and see the girl she couldn’t be
and that hit her deep.
Like most families we got some issues;
but I’m here to break the silence—
From the unspoken pain we seem to let guide us, that’s been steering us for generations.
Maybe I am “too much” because I refuse to live captive in quiet.
My pain is power, my truth the sun —
Lightening the path for those yet to run.