Young Blood

Our family is dying.

Our blood is young now.

Our north stars are fading,

leaving scars on the universe.

I don't want to be alone.

I'm not ready to be alone.

But if I go before you go,

I'm leaving you alone.

My blood survived ships, that's

a feat worth a medal, our feet made it West,

I grew up listening to metal.

My blood survived fields, and

my heart’s so rich it's black.

Oil runs in our veins, make a cut and

it'll stain your good name which

wasn't so good in the first place—

(If you have to hide your face, it was ugly in the first place)—

My kinfolks are the shit, even when

they're being shits, I forgive because

I get it, life's been a bitch.

When your blood survives ships

it runs rich, but it'll always be a little sick.

Death lived in those hulls

My rich blood ran down whips.

Tears clung to lips as

my blood hung from trees.

I was bruised when we fell to our knees.

But our blood survived and

Maya was right, they can see it in our eyes.

We can see a glimmer in the mirror

of our immortality, however flawed

in trying to bind us, they made us gods.