7
My hands
Paint my walls
Shave my head
Write a poem
Twist my pearls
Again and again
Cause I live in a world
Where perfect doesn't exist
Where love hurts
And where little girls
are each other's first kiss
Nothing is forbidden
This generation
lost as the gold of Tut's tomb
So what am I supposed to do?
Save them?
What I look like?
Super woman?
I am.
Babyfaced out
but I'm no kid
Old enough
yet
I'm forever found
Park swangin'
Tea-partyin' with Alice
Chasing ice cream trucks
By the lake feeding ducks
I ain't sexy
But I got super powers
Been told Im super fly
Check my wardrobe
I'll tell Eddie Bower
you said hi
Got the magic of the Alchemist
My almondy eyes
can flip a switch and just ...
Toast you
No bread
Mentally keeping you fed
They tried to say aliens
built the pyramids
Instead
of giving the glory
to whom
It belongs
And I tell these girls
stop trying so hard to belong
Honor your body
Virtue
It's the only thing seperating you
from anyone else
Choose them
don't let them choose you
Cause he can stick anything
That moves
Pretty girls get cheated on
Look at Halle Berry
Looks don't matter
Even if ya ass is fatter
Build upon the real
And doubt your intuition never.
Work hard.
Fund your own habits
Cause even if you ain't putting out
What he buying
ain't worth the price
'less you don't mind
paying Karma back
for the rest-a-ya life.
Play one
Round two
Fast forward
Before you know it
Soul for soul exchange
with more bodies than the Bronx zoo
Snakes suffocating you
Til you're dead
Tossed
faster than a frisbee
Lost legacy
A has-been
Washed up
Forgotten
Like yesterday's news
Billie Holiday sang her blues
So you wouldn't have to.
Point your ears to the sky
Listen to the stars
Whispering consolations
Wise tales
Moral to every story
Be you.
Y-O-U
Bold Brilliant Beautiful
Like a full moon on a first date
Like French kisses on the third
Like Sunday mornings in East Africa
Like a father holding his first born.
Go on
Jump
I pray that you fall
So you can pick up the lessons
Not the broken pieces
You won't be mending them
Useless old rotten things
And besides
You already have your hands full
Cleansing your temple
Writing a poem
Twisting your pearls
In the middle of a world
Where perfect doesn't exist
Where love hurts
And where little girls
are each other's first kiss.
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