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.