I dive into the deep blue ocean of who I am and I don't look back
I drown in the depths of women who came before me
their souls suffocate my spirit and It tends to their wounds.
Our dysfunction stung by salt. Our sins washed by sea.
Why does this trauma remember me? We never deserved this did we?
Just like the ocean there's still so much we do not know about ourselves about our spirit
But then tomorrow you'll see It
climbing a mountain in search of spirituality — the kind that holds me the kind that cares