Trapped inside a *contradiction

Stuck second-guessing like an adolescent

Like the Batmobile's busted when I'm on a mission

Keep hearing mumbles from my self to switch up positions

And feeling vibes from all around that merely love's sufficient

Well

Simply put

My mother said that I was only one inside the crib she put

Laying round for hours

W/out a single noise

A baby boy from the void

Landscapes deployed

*walk

There's the alphabet

Peer pressure and calculus

Grown ups using children

As scapegoats for the hell they're in

Thus

A childhood ends

And then the hell begins'n

We grow up using children

As scapegoats

Like the tape's broke

Like everything new and fandangled

Is age old

And drones

Are as much a solution

As distribution

Of chromebooks

To high school students

Who go and use 'em

For flash games

W/ hand grenades

@ Because it's cool to be

*Foolish

So there's the question:

How's she s'posed to love herself

Standing in her pajamas?

In front of the bathroom

Mirror

W/ tooth brushing

Scrubbing for a truth

There's a hunch that she knew something

In a *past life

Something bout beings who cast light

Something bout infinite potential

As present in all

How men and material are destined to fall

How in the low vibrations of night

Destiny calls

@ who could've taught her

When her father saw a daughter

As a target and he had to guard her?

@ who could've told her

When her mother laid the burden

Of age on her before she was older