Black women where does your pain lie.
You are hardened like a rock and fabricate your strength so easily.
Cold weeps beside the moon, when will those tears stop falling.
When will the cycle of these generational curses cease.
How can I ever find me without knowing you. Black mama cold, silent, and bruised.
Let your hearts break Iyana says, Let your heart break!
Crumble, fail, fall and start anew. Let those wounds bleed every ounce of regret,
Cry those tears of past neglect, heal your heart because struggle is something we are all
bound too. Leave your soul bare, and let the universe breath life back into you
black women don't be so timid, don't throw too many facades, let down your braids and let your heartbreak.
Let it break, let it crumble, let it down, so like gravity it will rise back up again.