Too Much To Live For
If you find my lifeless body hanging from a tree,
Know that I have too much to live for,
I am not a fruit that easily grows on trees,
Yet too many trees have fruit that looks like me,
and too many Mamas sobbing hard on their knees,
Knowing that their baby had so much to live for,
Jemima is not my aunt,
Ben is not my uncle,
If you are too busy fighting to keep your belly full
That you have no time to fight to keep my lungs full
I have to let you go
because I have too much to live for,
There is nothing about my blackness that I need to hide,
So you best believe if I’m hanging it was not suicide,
So hear what I’m saying
cause I say it with pride
I have too much to live for.
Copyright © Djeli Forchion | Year Posted 2020
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