KALI MAA: THE TRUTH WILL MAKE YOU SCREAM

I swear to tell you the truth Nothing but the truth But your heart is so feeble And your spirit so brittle A whiff of it will make you syncope A little tyrant I am glad you are no pope No Ceaser not the next hope The people would die on knees Just because you sneezed Who carried the wind to make me sick Its you or you or you it can’t be the breeze A woman without accountability A mother killing the son Mumbi had nine daughters The fable was prophesy Its a image so broken But a reality too open You cursed me to remain your pup And nothing more You just robbed the world So that you can see me rot In a cold room Dying of pneumonia and spiritual clots You want to be right so bad That I rather die Than you see me smile For a thought that is truly original And If you are reading this I really understand the criticism Just wake up and leave Grown ass man sitting and *****ing But you need to freeze in my coffer Watch your life thaw away and go While you remain in situ like a statue Maybe I go lick someones behind Until they find it amusing and pay me in chains But ass is not the spice for me New chains are strange and grim Then maybe I go dig and dig my grave But I am tied to smile at visitors Sit when told to sit Broken broken broken Broken until the truth would make me scream