i've got my bucket between my legs
and my legs hugged tightly by the
same arms on which you left your
brand.
i'm going to let our little one take
root inside my womb, i'm going to
let them take flight some month
where we're all caught in a grey
net, where you can see your product
of anger, your badge of brutality, my
baby my pride--it's going to be real
tough, it must've been real tough
for you to be any kind of man because
I birthed your bruise.
