The Reappropriation

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I pass a gentle smile to the tragic crowd
With the bleakest of minds and their mouths full of echoes
With their sharp tongues cut out of another man’s words
I can muster up charity towards none of them

So go ahead and bury me above the ground
Burn me to the bone and turn my spirit to stone
Wear me out until I’ve got no more fight in me
But you will never be a threat nor a lingering thorn inside of me

The screw turns and turns until it bites no more
I’ve been suffering fools, but I suffer no more

A pound of terror for every ounce of tremor
You sent shivering through my bones for being myself
“A middle school bitch ought to be the high school nigger”
But when you painted me black, I guess I wore it too well
How I love it when your thick pink skulls all lose their colour
When I nurture my grudges into Poison Trees
The screw turns and turns until it bites no more
I’ve been suffering you, but I suffer no more

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from The Blade, track released May 1, 2017

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