Cover Up



Every morning

Like pulling the blankets on

Rather than off


Gotta cover up

That ugly attitude

So my momma won’t see


Better cover up

My hot, sexy shoulder

So that boy doesn’t rise up


Ought to cover up

Any insecurity

Just so nobody can grab ahold


Every morning

I peel off the sheets

Only to pile on the make up


But not this morning

This morning I will let it all

“Hang loose”


Let the girl inside

Walk through the rain

Without an umbrella


Make sure the colors bleed

While the sad soul inside

Shouts to the clouds


Tell everyone how very much

This little white girl

Really feels


Today I don’t need a shade

I need a soapbox

Because I am going to be me


And I don’t need you

To tell me anything

Especially what to do


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