Beauty Is The Beast

I sit back, slouched over- hanging,
Eyes rollin' in the back of my head,
Toes tapping against the hard floor,
Wanting to speak without choking.

Watching her confide in someone else,
Asking the person inside my head-
"Is this going to go farther than;
What I'm seeing with my eyes now"?

More shocked than a light socket,
Watching my childhood pass on by,
Foul play with the brothers of mine,
Taking pain pills for my migraine.

I can't take the pressure Mama,
Of you talking to that one man,
You talk to everyday, I hear you...
As Beauty and The Beast plays.

Beats and a magical mirror in hand,
I can see the light in the world,
I called out for squeezing it tight,
Scrambled thoughts, trading spaces.

Busting my butt to cook everyday,
Eat up, it's like peanuts kids,
Fresh sneakers and my hair tied,
Cigars; and piff in my pocket.

Mama I can't take you talking-
You don't sound like yourself,
Confide in your daughter again,
I won't be left here all alone...

Thinking Beauty is the Beast.