Love: an ill-usin’

Gimme an ill-usin’
Tug me, push and bruise me
Give me, give me

Lose me: my time and energy
Use me: I’m prescribed to heal
I’m Woman, I’m real

Use me
Til there’s nothing
See me, I’m what you need

I’m king in a woman’s hood:
Where we clean, we cook,
We birth, we nurse
We build home and work
Bringing out your best and worse
And keep you wanting more
More
More

Use me, use me if this is all you think there is to me
Use me and this is all we’ll get from the deal

Use me, I’m using you too
This is love, there’s no choosing
Love just an illusion
You. Me. We’re just ill-usin’

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