Breathing

starring into a crisp abyss of kisses and study time
I rewind until I can
find the place
where pleasantly pink nail polish
and a dog with no tail sat happy
Then go from there
to understand the absence
of fathers
and daughters estranged from their brothers
bought and sold for the exchange
of used books and soiled sheets
she blinks and thinks that "this shit ain’t all that bad nigga"

"I know you think that you got it all…"
but as this shit hits the fan and cracks through
the support beams of a single mother’s dreams
her rusty red brown hair beems
as rosy cheeks get kissed by old men
who look like Saunta Clause on the hard.
woodn’t it be great if we could ejaculate
the gifts that would be in our stocking this year?
Yes Breathe baby
Spinnin crazy and windin’ durty she lets it all out in sweat
Breathe Baby – fuck it all and breathe!