(In the Spirit of Solomon)
Loss sets in like something new,
Carrying the ghost of you
Like a shadow I must wear
Each time the sun runs for cover.
So, how dare you creep up on me like that?!
Is it your intention to trip my heart every time
It masters the sprint of loving you?
Black. I call you home but you are hell-bent
On leaving me bare.
I call you home!
But you are hell bent on leaving me
I am searching for my pride
Among the race at Shimla,
But when kicks come begging for a return,
It seems my melanin is only good for running
So, I will park here
Awaiting the return of a man
Who will kick back