Painted upon her empty canvas  Used me to get her advances.  I was lost she made me feel found  She was distressed but I made her sound.  We were going through the motions  But I guess I’ll toss my love to the ocean:  Ancestors, ancestors hear my plea  Please send a woman who’ll love me.

If No One Knew Me

Because if I fail, no one knows me here She said as she explained her urge to leave this soil filled with our ancestors The commodified ones It would probably hurt less too  Her leaving  Wherever she went would hurt less than here  The moans under her feet would no longer sound familiar  The branches … More If No One Knew Me