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tenesha the wordsmith - my best friend has a secret lyrics

my best friend has a secret
i keep that secret
because it’s easier to play pretend that way
i keep her secret
because i don’t want her to stop speaking to me
i keep her secret
and i watch her die
slowly
silently
insidiously
bleed
internally
little girls without daddies
often fall in love with the monsters in their closets
they never stop playing with the boys who pull their hair on the playground
he picks on you because he likes you
boys play rough sometimes
curious boys peek under girl’s dresses sometimes
boys will be boys
everytime he rapes her
she is a little girl caught with her dress up
playground politics
she has become an expendable receptacle for his anger
when his money ain’t right
she got a black eye
he got disrespected at work
she wear a chain of bruises around her neck
he got har-ssed by the police
she got bite marks on her back
his fits create narrative on her skin
his words damaging her internal organs
his schema, her id
defamation of spirit
stupid b-tch
f-ckin’ wh-r-
tattooed on her psyche
she is questioning herself
taking herself apart
and re-ssembling according to the will
of a boy who likes to pull apart his action figures
play war games with doll legs
sometimes little girls who play house
grow up to be women
who fall prey to imaginary love
imaginary friends who don’t speak
sssshhhhhh
my best friend has a secret
don’t tell
don’t tell
and don’t cry
big girls don’t cry
no one wants to be a tattle-tale

- tenesha the wordsmith lyrics

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