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letra de smile - benny starr

my favorite wine makes me feel sublime
decadent designs make me feel divine
intricate beliefs help to heal my grief
woven in my wreath
is every fallen autumn leaf
we came spiritual, with spear in hand
as i’m standing, scanning the panoramic
of famine in barren lands
a scorched earth thirsts for what the rain brings
another eve, another morning, feeling the same things
and now i’m splitting atoms, as i follow through
on if it’s possible to find solace in my solitude
i never seen my name written in the stars
i planted pain inside a vase
watered by the gods
the night sees a dying cause, or me defying odds
i climb myself atop the cliff
i’m diving off
morning prayers, h-lla grooves, in this mellow mood
hoping flower petals bloom up under moons
cause i just wanna… smile

a spring vibe, in a summer setting
seats recline, in a winter colored ride, when i start expressing
dramas, tragedies, comedies
a broke n-gg-’s iliad delivered over black girl harmonies
notes of cornrows, and crop tops playing hopscotch
amidst the whirlwind, exasperated as the world spins
she’s my sister, and i’m her brother
integrated struggles, isolate us in our bubbles
where being beautiful and black is rich soil, in survival mode
for child prodigies, constantly browsing recital notes
on how to dress, being tough enough, to speak correctly
am i beautiful? am i safe? do men respect me?
reconciling questions and directions must be magic
our faces tell it, although our connection’s telepathic
fluorescent energies, we forge a path in floral patterns
love’s healing, that feeling’s all that matters
when i want to see her… smile…

(yannick hiwat’s solo)

a care freedom we can exit into
from tragedy to an alchemy that’s existential
love the children, buck the system
simple, elemental
the 45 is on my side, but not the presidential
i wanna lie beneath the bluest sky, on the greenest earth
.. see the yellow sun smothering my lover giving birth
a hundred kisses to the sisters in a hundred places
drawing battle lines in their blood, so we can’t erase it
i see your faculty, anatomy, the adages, -n-logies
i speak in air, to air the gravitas within the gravity
you shoulder, every square across the calendar
you’re the muse of our expression, my vernacular
i can feel the summer soft tone in your cheekbones
the way your laugh-lines, map the moments of your past times
autumn in a palm, winter in the other hand
my everything is spring upon your motherland…
so you can truly… smile

- benny starr

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