Pain

Pain,

Black as Africa.
Pain,

Like being stoned.
It hurts so much.
Something ain't right.

Not right at all.
The pain I feel from hatred.
Pain,

From being betrayed.

They like my pain.
Weather they know it or not.
It doesn't matter.
But what I know is...
I'm gonna make it stop.
They need to treat me

With respect.
I'm not a paper girl.
Best know that from now.
I know what's real

And what's not.
You cross me.
Karma'll cross back.
And once and for all,
You'll

Feel

My

Pain