Sensitive
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It's been months without seeing his face,
How he smiled a little too wide,
His teeth sharp with appetite.
It's been months without hearing his voice,
How he spoke a little too quietly,
This is my testimony lord, I'm coming to you.
I'm humbling myself because your light made me grew.
I want your glory now, lord I'm ready.
See I remember when we'd never have a promising meal to eat. Where there'd be
Get Out of Here
Get out of here with your sensitive ass
Just wait, it will all pass
You speak as if your emotions are glass
You jump to conclusions way too fast
The burning
The peeling
The sores
The toothaches
The cuts
The bleeding
Sounds like my soul.
Loving someone for so long is
taking a big bite of hot food.
You burn yourself
Soft dreams ignited these ashes settling down
Once doused in a fading hope for their lives away
Beyond from where limbs and lives were bound.
They were lost to the world on knees of final pray
I can’t tell my teacher
A whole lot of shit
I think about it all day long and I’d never say it
I can’t tell my teacher
his class makes me feel safe
Recently, our tuition has hit an argument
Are we sensitive or abusive?
Yes.
Is what they say true?
Does that honesty sting you?
Bring up negative things?
Or
When I feel for the disadvantaged I write,
When there is chaos everywhere and I know the solution I write,
When my brethren are brutally killed I write,
To share the pain, to discover a solution,
Sensitive
Doesn’t give a damn
Tough
Isn’t afraid to cry
Loyal
Isn’t always there
Love
Isn’t always perfect
