get off my back

My time is my own

Leave me alone

Vicious intent, sheer rudeness

A pinch of nastiness….

All ingredients in a

Potion you try to invent

Just by keeping track of the time I spend

Real happiness is effectively prevented

At any cost

Like the demanding of my skin

Painful chills you shall receive

All because you didn’t believe

In this black woman’s desire to achieve

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