Heard

I have a habit of shutting up.

'Cause you made me all too well for that.

Keeping my mouth zipped like I'm non-existent.

You speak for me like you know hella a lot.

You know for a certain that I love fries,

but you keep giving me burgers.

You always say Yes for me,

when I'm screaming No.

You make me feel like a fool

when I tryna force my own views.

So I just leave it that way.

I was not only robbed out of my freedom to talk,

to tell exactly what's on my mind.

I was robbed out of my identity,

So I hope dears, one day when I go,

You won't be confused with my favorites,

colors, shoes, dresses, musics and all.

Don't tryna cry on my grave

not even hearing me say, "I love you all."