(draft)

lay me down, in my faith

for goodness sake

divide me like water

with hands blessed by the will of god

Cross me like dry river

before my body closes again and the blood retreats from my spring offering

though we may be short lived

broken off and born from rib

you can swear your hatred for me, after, if repentance demands it

at least we can say

we got to taste

all of the fruits we have been told ones like us shouldn’t 

I’ll welcome infamy,

the consequence of blame

of the agony in the garden

if I eclipse my state of birth

i don’t ask for forgiveness, I accept my fait

Take me with grace 

and desire of the depraved

divide me like water 

with hands blessed by the will of god

-Tyra