• iamchildprodigy 10w

    I PLAYED JIDENNA's SUFI WOMAN FOR MA

    and she burnt her hand cooking
    I felt it's a chorus of preparation
    or everyday women attachment
    She drew my hand to the fire,
    The fire sent me a wave of pain
    She said that song is her death
    The lines for her are broken hope
    To put broken hope on a repeat
    is learning to swallow fire & pain
    Over again, like the last 39 years

    Šiamchildprodigy