MAMA SAID

Mama said, mama said I'm worth it

My dad said I'll never be perfect

I sit with these things yet they serve me

To unpack it, unpack it

Means to get up under the surface

I walk around with this feeling where I'm tense

So heavy, so dense, so immense

Your own perceptions they get filtered through your lens

And what you're seeing isn't really what presents

Misunderstood, I'd explain it if I could

I push myself, expectations say I should