I feel absolutely naked when my soul is opened to you,
The space between my thighs, how it feels to feel nothing,
There’s nothing tougher than smooth as the rusty tools inside this blacked skinned body,
Tombstone grain inscribed, here lies my beloved body,
How strong a queen I am and any man would be lucky for me to be made his bride, but nothing hurts like a man does,
He touched me, bare hands, searched my soul and held on to whatever holes exposing the pain I hid inside, beneath my beautiful;