Get Ya Isha

My issues are not an excuse

To all who think so

Fuck you

Sorry that

I can’t think like you

Mind blown by

Seeing blow by blow

Horror shows

Never a dare to see

This isn’t an equation

You can just solve

Me

This is pure glass

Spit

Slipped

Shattering before I talk

If you think I’m there

I’m else where

Mentally

In another dimension

Trying to find my way out

Of my breakfast

At dinner

When you talk

When they talk

When yall talk

It’s not my fault

I might not have been

Paying attention

Mouths and eyes

They will never understand us

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