I Gotta Shet
Stomach in knots
Knots of doubt
Knots cursing at my anxiety
Sweating into panic mode
Thoughts racings
Praying no one knows
Is it obvious I gotta shet?!
I’m mad my stomach bubbling
I’m mad I can’t hold this shet any longer
I gotta shet away this pain
Pain of not good enough
I’m not worthy
Why I’m so chubby
Why my ass so flat
My body not society standards
I gotta shet the worry away
The worry’s of tomorrow
My 401k plans meeting my retirement quota
Dodging being pulled over while black
My fellow sister keeping her foot on my neck
Rejected from opportunities to prosper
Being judged on my natural hair
Will he love my stretch marks
Saggy skin
I gotta shet the sadness away
Sadness that I can’t win
Win to get ahead in life
I’m always coming up short
I’m labeled trash compared to a foreigner
I’m going shet this color shame away
I’m shetting the anxiety away
Knots lighting up
Shet this load off my back
Released the blockages
Copyright © Patrice Trice Jackson | Year Posted 2023
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