sula (hardcover)

down here in the bottom there ain't no room for me

i don't wanna make no babies

i don't need a man to save me

secondhand loneliness pass on over me

i might wanna make some babies

running outta time for waiting

freedom and triumph they weren't meant for me

girls of my color find something else to be

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up here in the bottom you linger over me

i got all this space to fill

something only bodies heal

promiscuous holiness slope is slippery

i got all this time to kill

something like a prayer to kneel to

lay on my pillow you think i'm so weak

soft as my skin is my power's discreet

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thick with birds

i met you in the dirt

wicked birds

you left me so hurt

thick with birds

you left me in the dirt

sick at first

but haven't i learned

i'm better

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