Check out a spoken word feature from the brilliant F. Tate:
“Bad Love”
I wish my heart wore a padded glove
Verbal abuse is abuse too
Why do I still talk to you?
It kills me when we fight
Hate when your ugly side sees the light
Hide him again
Where is my old friend?
I use to be able to tell you stuff
Now I have to bluff
Everything small
Is like ten feet tall
What was done to you?
Please stop, I don’t want to be through
I remember when you were sweet
I wish that guy was on repeat.
–F. Tate