Blackness, Relationships

Ford

~ This post was inspired by my class on the History of Slavery in the US ~

 

How the hell does a broken heart get back together again?

When the sword of slavery has ripped it apart

When the laws of society have held you bound

What kind of love do you say this is?

That we must tiptoe into bed and not make sound

That you can hold my hand but I can’t hold back

That you can bite my lip but still call me black

What kind of love do you say this is?

That you have never had anyone else but me

And I do basically all the work in the house

But you still go out to parties without me

Coming home with other women

Trying to lie to yourself

Trying to lie to your friends

Trying to lie…

To me.

 

I have not forgotten the last time you sent me away

Or the time before that

Or the time before that

I have no gain to sit and cry

I mostly do that so you can come by

Come lay with me my love

For I have failed once again

See I have a problem

That only you can solve

We can go by the lake if you want

But don’t you sit in the back like that

You know you’d rather be with me up front

Just like you’d rather be on top

Don’t be afraid for no one will see

It’s time for bed so we can’t go far

So here I am on bended knee

Asking,

My bedroom or yours, Sir?

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