Touch my words Each consonant is bliss You must have heard My vowels are a kiss The sound of my voice Turns you on There is no choice All inhibitions are gone Undress my syllables Don't be shy We aren't criminals My passion makes us fly Hang on to every verse A trance behind my eyes This isn't a curse My words tell no lies
We live in effortless echo chambers Plagued by the Algorithm Almighty Vacant and void of our pious prayers The Pendulum of Hate is swinging free. And it’s tipped by the clouded Clementine Right in front of our alert open eyes. I wish we could push past this wretched time While they’re ignoring the Unwanteds’ cries. Let’s wear the disguise of racist rich men. Walk amongst them like we are fucking free. While they’re not scared of our pigmented skin, Let’s gossip gaily and spill the spoiled tea. Just or unjust, we’re dealt a cruel fate. Write freely now, for it may be too late.