you will cough up crows that peck my eyes & i will do nothing but go blind but my heart it has eyes & my love it has sight even though it may be a little cloudy and you will break my back for all the burdens i lay upon it but i will never blame you for the bees inside this bonnet
and my lungs will grow cancers and my back it will grow achy i will buy us an acre of land in the city we can live there together or i'll live alone less happy but i'll live unfortunately