Pure Poetry :)
That third eye type shit, right here.
- Qwaint
Born into a 3000-year old collective entity
Successor to a sister that was undeveloped mentally
Heir to the burden burned into her memory
Raised by doctors, fated to honor the family legacy
Lived in a house full of fear all the time
A word from her mother fractured the fault line
Worn into her soul, reminding her she's not right
A disappointment and a failure in her mom's eyes
Raised wealthy by parents that never stopped to see
Their own daughter trapped in emotional poverty
Conditioned to pray at a temple so solemnly
Get a law degree and get married off like property
It didn't bother her to be a part of the process
She never knew to see the world outside of such a context
But the girl grew up and grew out of old concepts
And found herself trapped as her mind became conscious
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Free through artwork, externally humble
Met a couple friends outside her usual bubble
Fought the whirlpool, climbing out the funnel
Then the pen grew still and so did her struggles
Broken inside, she crumbled to pieces
Emaciated, listless, sick and bulimic
Kept her sexuality and mindset secret
Lead by a diamond-studded collar wrapped around her spirit
She met a boy who showed her things she'd never seen
He'd skipped five years of school and graduated at seventeen
A city kid that showed her new ideas and abilities
But both were naive, no idea what bitter means
She spent a month out of town, got with the wrong crowd
Before then I guarantee she would never rob a house
When a resident caught them he was almost shot down
She changed her mind and saved a man's life before she got out
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The guilt stayed with her even when she got back
Talked to her friend without eye contact
A fascination for petty theft, stuck on the wrong track
And he worried for her future in case it got bad
She confessed to him and he would sit and listen
Best friends even though his visits were intermittent
Mom and Dad saw the dark boy and saw it fit to split them
In the name of protection from bad influences
She spent the night in tears, what was the purpose?
Given Prozac and therapy but both seemed worthless
She walked along the lake, maybe it would work if
She left the bubble by diving in to send them to the surface
Never made it to the grave but never made it out the hole
The free woman died, the killer unaccountable
A few fleeting years when the girl became powerful
Before being crushed beneath the insurmountable
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She was reborn into a collective entity
And had the smile to prove she was all together mentally
An empty husk hidden behind selective memory
Like it all was meant to be according to her legacy
You can cross the street with the right of way
But if the car doesn't stop and you walk you'll die today
Flattened on the ground like roadkill on a highway
No purpose standing your ground against a tidal wave
The worst things that happen can be unseen
Change doesn't happen that easily
Conflicts resolve, the past now clean
And it felt so good when she swam downstream
Pure Poetry :)
That third eye type shit, right here.
- Qwaint
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