Neisha Tweed

Never mind thick night! Darkness move quick! Madness engulf me like Jacob's coat; colors tighten like sickness 'round me throat. Wha it is do already can't tek back but it still got me a wash me hand til they sour and callus, de visions plaguing de dark a me mind like locust. Me conscience no business dem days when me could grin up and skin teet 1 inna company of great men who smile up smile up wid me an looking fava 2 inna secret eyes an backdoor smiles. I know say woman like me plain wicked an conniving: stinkin' wid ambition, smilin' close against you skin, seeking confession wid de devil. Now so, me lay up inna bed wid death a-write me love letter. Got me a crave colors to soothe me spirit; red never could please me, purple grind like a grater on me cheek, orange sting like a ledda on me hot skin, and white—mek me breast feel weight down wid milk, got me head swirling like inna hurricane. I chew down me bitter nails til I taste de poison 1 be insincere; 2 special treatment