Unsighted

He got her blinded in hope of crystal love,

Got her stressing over bitches she don’t even know,

Can’t even see,

Got her running in tangents with aimless connubial hope

Of a love that seemingly needs no show,

Because, “You know it, I don’t have to say“

He got her doing more math in a class she never signed up for

With faceless letter equations and scripted find x-numbers

Straight or bent? Hard math she kept assessing

One of a numerator digit, “You are my main, and the bitches know it,…

So it’s nothing momentous, don’t be paranoid…“,

But just a number in an improper fraction

Got her in shackles of egoistic denial male jingoism

She stays again, fully aware of her bad, sentimental choices

She’s strangled in chains of male cultural oppression

Her very own, made fitting chains

And we all wait,

Can’t wait…,

…for the day she stands and straightens her black, feminine crown