Letting Go (Outerlude) [feat. Thabisile Griffin]

When I say you are on your own It means you are your own And thousands that scraped bowls before you It is not condemnation In fact, It is fact affirmation God's final touch The last piece of meat It is countless departures surrounded by invisible brava flowers Cupping you, only giving you their scent It is an embrace of suffering Soundless screams Fatigue induced sleep The rhythmic innuendos of panic Your own is larger than a relationship to enslavement And more robust than a coughing cracker's crumbs and calamities or enormous produce Remember when Nina Simone started clapping onstage in her old age and they called her erratic Remember when they buried your momma under sickness I'm saying that what you think about love might be quieter than nina's last clap back There are all of us there and none of us present We have all been left Departure masquerades as dowry Because Lands have been ripped Your very own violin crescendo Let this be your comfort, your companion, the toastiest quilt from the dryer, your own It is the tallest floor of dilapidation, it is contextual Crosswalks and sirens A hat per day A matching fit A juke jive sprint and swim, a Soweto song nothing when the gin hit, and everything at the borders A sojourner in your study, a phoenix in the contrast of your flashlight's shadow The only language of rights The only one is We are all on our own and large Here on my own it feels alone And if you'd pray with me then I would be home And I know that time can freeze all the memories And so I'm letting go, and so I'm letting go