My origins can be discovered
by sifting through the fragments
God help this child that is me
a girl-woman trying to be a boss

I am not perfect. I was born a crime.
Black & female on this wretched Earth
A long way down from perfection
my world is as wild as the wind

I crave radiance from the holder of dreams
yet, my grit isn’t enough
I’m still trying to piece myself together
because I was born bright like a torch

This is what happens when a woman falls
my soul becomes ice
My life is constantly in motion
There is no option B for me

This is what my truth sounds like
an awkward ember in the ashes
Every day is a struggle to be epic
because I can never look back