Falling for Simmi was sweet like sugar, until the taste turned bitter.
And then there’s Token Toni who loves a bitta bashment and only dates Black/Brown womxn - she ain’t much better. My barber holds the cure to my lesbian urges and straight women are like junk food. Poetry and original beats underscore this story about learning to accept yourself and saying goodbye to a love turned sour.
“Your anxiety must of got lost in the smoke,
cuz there’s that chair behind me,
I slump nervously,
Your hands are over me,
Quietly you tell me,
I’ve never given anyone a lap dance before,
Written and performed by Mika Johnson. Co-produced by HighTide.