Corrine Jasmin - The Tea

Why did Meg have to show us her bullet wounds?
Why don't you believe us when we say we're bleeding?
I said we're bleeding
So how many more interviews man?
How many more interviews
Red table talks, late thoughts, protests, civil unrests
Until you see the blood stains
How many more crying mothers
Broken hearts
How many more ways do we gotta say it
Replay it
How many more ways do we gotta say it
Replay it
How many more interviews asking for our thoughts
To explain our joy, only to exhibit our pain
I swear, I promise you, I honored you
You dishonored me and her
Used her, discarded her, discredited her
Fuck saying it nice, respectability politics
I said we're bleeding
How many more interviews until you believe us?
Or do we gotta show our bullet wounds?
We're bleeding
My body don't feel safe around you
Yeah you go 'head
Paint it like it's me
Thinking you'll have sweeter dreams
But you fuckin with a witch bitch
I'm three layers deep
Someone said to me once
That they believe people think they can do the bare minimum
With Black femmes and think they can still be a part of our lives
They think that we'll still be there, stick around
They expect it
Even through the poor treatment, that's abuse in itself
You know, I believe that
People wanna do the bare minimum
Mess with our emotions, communicate poorly
Not support us but lean on us
Use us for emotional support, expect us to drop everything for em
At the flip of a coin, but not do the same
Leave us on our ass when we need help and still feel entitled to our body
Our energy our actions, our relations with other people
We get called selfish when we let em drain us
We get called selfish when we don't let em drain us
We be downright traumatized
While you worried about getting the last word
Shit's ridiculous, I'm talking traumatized
You don't want us, you want power
You want our energy
When you can no longer feel it up close or have access to it
But other people who respect us get to
And then you mad and craft us as the villain in your story
Same ole, same ole
Listen, having my time and energy is a privilege
Me up close is a privilege
I believe that
They be actin out
When you take access away after repeated, repeated disrespect
And when they no longer have access they're truly shook
They're truly shook
You love me until I challenge you
Then your ego takes a hit
You don't want to listen or understand
You wanna regain control
Just say that
You want control
You don't see yourself
Follow along with me and say these out loud
All that costs my peace is too expensive
All that costs my peace is too expensive
I trust my memory
I trust my memory
I go where I'm loved
I go where I'm loved
My reality will not be distorted
My reality will not be distorted
No other body is entitled to my energy
No other body is entitled to my energy
No fool for believing hearts are pure
Intentions are translucent
No fool for believing those trusted wouldn't knowingly harm you
Look the other way
Publish a different story with themselves as protagonist
No fool for believing in the best of people
Not everyone deserves the best of you
Easier, my dear, to turn you into a monster
A story that was already written long before your time
To write off hearts, brains, brilliance, wisdom
Softness, grace humanity
Easier to mold hard, cold, gray marble
Than remember the hues of your brilliance
And the loss of it in their lives

Written by:
Corrine Jasmin

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