Mold Me

You suppose mold and place heavy on my head your expectations of greatness It shines in a young easily influenced mind that this is it, I am ultimate I am power, respected and queen With gold on my wrists and house with pool Why then did the insides scream? House shared with German Jamaican of discipline whose only want was to turn me backwards and discipline me Without my submissions I was again desolate Sweet fragrance of Arabic perfume an assault on my senses to you I belonged My god yet they took inside their armpits as if this the reach from bowed on prayer matt to be theirs I cried sweet tears of joy for Jesus and asked am I a Muslim Yet they wrapped their women in muslin cloth and forbid the outspoken in silenced nights, the stuff that the newspapers cannot and will not write My acceptance came when dressed in brand And I held my forehead to the sun Sun god whispered to me go home, to the place of heart Restart turn not from your cosmo mix of family, distress and heartbreak But heal - here you are young lady nothing more than a rich persons meal Merely a game and I had no success In that very happening I became eternally blessed My ancestors never foresaked me and glory is spirituality so fast, so complete so bitter like sea salt Rinsing the wounds for further battles