Aisha

Aisha, do not focus on the ring
Energy, romance racing through your jeans
And down the hall, parents wishing they were dead
Because someone somewhere put a promise in your head
Does it feel alright? How does it feel?
Does it feel alright? How does it feel?
Nailed to the floor
Your ponytail goes on for days
Forevermore, you’re lacerated, un-abstained
Activity
Activity is enough
When activity
Activity is in love
Does it feel alright? How does it feel?
Does it feel alright?
These are my primitive feelings on sophisticated dealings
Does it feel alright?
Does it feel alright?