Milk and Honey Ends

If I may
keep my own from careening
Wanna stray
Give up on the feeling
we gone measure in this deal
With the measure used for them
Cause we are only made to hem
Patch their prestigious skirts
To them we remain second to dirt

We barely hung on in the day
When we were nothing
more but hey…
I won’t say…

Know we know the time it is
Being we’re no longer kids
Now dining on table foods
For mush we’re too mature

Even to our very own
We represent the feminine wrongs
And were never what we thought
The disparity we’ve always fought
to survive and arrive right here?
We could not have persevered
If it wasn’t for each other
because we have yet to find our brother…
Less lately...
Futility commandeers

You won’t have to live pure fear
as I continue permeating your ear
with encouragement and regulation
Though a semblance of the most hated
Ban together our family of daughters
While in current worlds we’re matyrs
Will we ever be as good as them?
Are we to smell the promise land?

Where are our ends?
Where’s our ends?
…and the
milk and honey flowing for their many
comes to us when..?

Comes when…?






Mandika's Line 2009