Maybe I will step into my light

Maybe I will finally do what's right

But it won't be for you

But it won't be for you

You took me for granted

You took off my bandages

I wasn't healed and I'm not your canvas

This isn't art and it's not for sale

You can't buy my pain, like it's not conceptual

You can't own the space in between my thoughts like real estate

I know I'm real, but in my state, I look like a beautiful painting of a corpse

But you made me pose, of course, mmm

You can't make me kneel even with 500K

You can't make my people eat cow

Just like I can't see eye-to-eye with you somehow

Just like you can't see eye-to-eye with your third eye

Strip it down next time you cry-cry

We're sick and tired of the fake you

Be something real, even if it's ugly, shit

I said no to so many things when I had convictions

Then the world breaks you down and you start to wonder

Why you ever said no to begin with

Why you ever moved slow in the thickness

Why you ever let the one you love fall

While holding up a false idol of another infinitely more insignificant friend

Was I ever a good friend?

Why did I gossip?

Why did I pretend I didn't see you when I saw everything?

Something I couldn't fathom was how you believed everything I said

Even when it was obviously embellished

I couldn't tell you this

I don't like your art, but I love your heart

I don't like your clothes, but I love your mind

I don't like your nose, but I love your eyes

White girls go to India and do yoga

Brown girls fight for their freedom in the caste system

We don't know the answers

But what happens when you're born with a brown father and a white mother?

What happens when you look brown but carry the weight of being a mixed kid

In the middle of nowhere else where no one else is?

Where you're too brown for the white kids and too watered down for the Vikings

And too weird for the artists and too nice for the extremists

And too polite for the punks and too cunt for the cum

Come here, kid, you're one of us

The Archetypes