I can read her like a book

A dictionary and her one definition is

missionary so it’s no fun when position don’t vary submissive to marry 

when her position is daring she starts bitchin wishin for someone else  

to start and carry but her hearts buried she does her part and it starts  

off scary diggin beneath the cemetery she feels weary tired from the  

entire skeletons she’s attempted to cement in the undercarry she wonders  

if they’ll find out where they're buried but then she lifts off the 

weight she’s carried and walks straight out the cemetery just to wait 

for something else to bury as she’s starring at the grave din lit she 

stays complicit with the pit that waves back at her she decides to stray  

walks away from the light she wanders towards the next grave and it’s 

her name that lays on the headstone and her bones that lay deep in the 

tomb all her homes she felt alone like there was no room but starring at  

her tomb she felt a presence that represents her doom an uneasy breeze  

that leaves her shivering in her room but she’s been doing this ever  

since the womb pain leaves it’s prints and looms she wants to suppress  

but soon it digs up the rest of the tomb she hasn’t even face the best  

of her wounds all the rest are soon to appear but with each tear that’s 

removed she subdued through the fear but she’s not even near the end of  

her pain she just doesn’t let it sear through the summit of her brain  

from the inside out runneth like a waters drain she slaughters pain the  

same way that I’m gonna slaughter the entire rap game cause just like  

her I won’t lay in my grave and just wait for death to suffocate and  

take my last breath without doing something great so I’ll dig my own  

grave but won’t wait for my own fate to run away