Why have you not realized I'm there for you? I care for you, something that others may not realize because they won't bare with you. If you cared for me, you wouldn't do the things you do. After I make you my priority and you treat me like a option to you. But my love for you, it's always me for you . That I do accept what you tell me and there's nothing more I ask of you . I aid you in the business you conduct and pretend I don't know it's concerning you. Yet, I don't recall myself ever saying no to anything I put in front of you. Your reminded of the little noise I make to remind you what a good person I am to you but a good person wouldn't be here right now putting up with you.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
My queen, I know you may feel unfurnished, worn out, and unclothed but believe me mama you shine brighter than gold. I've seen you hurt, and nothing will ever compare to the tears you've shed, all those late nights in your bed.. All those brusies and scars feel like they'll never go away, still forced to be locked on a soul that should no longer be attached.. But, your mind has it like it's a latch. He hit you, and nothing compared to it. You feel hurt and unable to get away from it.
My queen, light skinned and round, have you smiled yet? You look tired, and haven't laughed yet.. Your beauty shines, something that hasn't left, still there and irreplaceable, no one can beat that.. Hustling for the rent and all your babies realize it too. One day I'm going to take care of you. Because mama, I love you.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
Why do we lust over things that we do not have?
Why do we want of those things? Is it because of the glare in it's look or name that may follow with it.
Why do we look at people and want what they have?
Is what we have not a satifactory? We hunger for the things that lust in our souls.
Materialized items, that we use for show and tell, but it's not worth gold.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
You ever feel like your dreams are caged? Prisoned. A bunch of ideas without a way of exiting. Flooding your mind with scenery that only you can see. A piece of life that oneself only has access to. The beauty that the mind creates, a scenario to escape.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
Girl where have you been? Have you been in the clouds and just a little too far in? What do you see when you look in the mirror ? Do you notice that your beautiful, with your brown toned skin, your size 10 waist and your beautiful sculpted face. Why do you have a wall? Don't you have the key to the gates? Are you ever going to escape...are you ever going to escape? Where is your release? Are you anywhere near your B16.. Why are you hiding your face? Your eye liner is smudging and your lipstick is all you can taste. Wipe your face, are all your tears worth the waste ? What are you crying for? Not this beautiful face. Have you discovered your destination? Are your dreams far from reach? Where is your mind? Will you ever be at peace? Still tryna find the tunnel to gate B16, but your just a little too far from the scene.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC