Luxury Lost

I hate stressing; be my peace!

Why it gotta be all about you?

How the hell can we both see,

The true vision if it only revolves around you?

You want me to do this and that,

As if I got "work me to death" plastered to my back.

Where's the union in this junction?

How can we understand each other to function?

Yeah, you got your own issues and problems,

You're not the only one, love.

Let's do it together, let's solve them.

It can be let go like a sudden, free dove.

You can't expect me to be fine, just because I'm a Black woman.

I feel so much and deal with a lot, because I am a Black woman.

I may be strong as they love to say,

But when do I get to enjoy a luxury for more than a day?

I wanna put my feet up, get a deep tissue rub.

Let my locs hang, let my body soak in my tub.

Cook me dinner and ask about my day.

Let me tell you about this bitch from the office named Shay!

What about when I want some sex play?

Hush yo' mouth because I ain't got time today.

See how it feels?

To be erased as a human, but you want peace?

Bitch--what about me?

Why I gotta stand still and breathe when told?

You must want some chaos to unfold?

You asking for shit you can't handle,

You must be awkwardly bold.

Think about it for a second...

Consider someone else for once, I reckon.

Maybe I don't trust you now, ever thought about that?

You swear you wanna do this, but you're holding back.

Leave me or be with me.

I can't keep repeating this constantly.

Have you been actively listening?

Or are your ears glued with blocks in them?

Where's the peace, love?

Where's the peace?