This is to you
From me
The truth from my eyes
We had history class
I was looking at you from a distance
My mind was the epitome of “Viewer Discretion is Advised”
But, yeah, I’m sure I know now I wasn’t the first
Or second, nor third
To hear this
So let me be straightforward:
From the point that I saw your kissable lips
To your swaying protruding hips
From the point that I managed to look in your eyes
To those curvaceous curves that enticed
I realized
“I liked her.”
Only a few problems though:
About 10-15 others
Were vying for her attention
Toe to toe
All in the same class
All of them wanted to tap that
All of them groping
While I just watched
Wishing I was there

This is to Tami
Yeah, you
The truth
We later became friends
I was the smart one
You wanted to get answers from me
You laughed at my corny jokes
Little did you know,
I wanted some from you, you see
You saw that I wasn’t what I looked like
You got me out of my shell
I didn’t even know how I felt
Was I crushing?
Maybe
Was I lusting?
Most likely
Ah, who am I kidding?
I was trying to act cool
While your body made me drool
Needless to say, I wanted to ****
The chances of that? None, I just shrugged
Until my ears one day heard
“You wanna see my *******?"
I was conflicted
I know what I was instructed
But I had a golden opportunity
She had her hand over her bare breast
Said to me
“It was a test”
If I hadn't professed
Now, it’s obvious

This is to you
This is the truth
You were cool
Although I didn’t get what I wanted
In a way we became kindred
You waved at me
When you were in geometry class
I was in the hall
I smiled
Little did I know we would go on different paths
Little by little I would stop seeing you
Later, I would figure out Two plus two
Equals a tiny new debut

This was to you
Yeah, you
This was the truth
I still think about you
I still think about your voice
I hope you remember me
Cause I **** sure remember you

There once was a woman named Daisy
Whose nickname was actually "*****"
Believe it or not, she earned that name
When she lifted her dress without shame
As the boys looked. Her ******* were purple and lacy.

There are many colors
Many shades
Many meanings to be displayed
Black and white to gray
Red to blue to green
These colors all have meanings to me, you see?

Black is misunderstood
Black is dark
Black is not for the faint of heart
Sometimes you need to be tough
Black is able to show your scars

However, black is unique
Black is beautiful
Do you know how many wish could be this?
You can’t
It’s almost painful

White is heavenly
White is beautiful
Or so they say
All I have to say is...
White dress equals purity
Do you know what she did
Or am I in the minority?

Which gets me to gray
The mixture of the two
The color of depression
Gray is neither right nor wrong
But for some reason
It seems like it doesn’t belong

Red has multiple meanings
Red is love
Red is intense
Red is passion
Red is the color of our blood
Red is the color of lust
Red is a flirty lady in a dress
Waving at boys
While they fantasize of what to do to her...
As she flirtatiously posed

Blue is chill
Blue is happy
You would think blue would be sad
But really it’s the contrary
Look at the sky
The cool breeze
The warm sun
Tell me one reason why
You would think the contrary
Blue is a happy person
That can be irksome
Blue says in a cool way
“Everybody dies, but not everybody lives”

Green is the rich one
Green is powerful
Green is ambitious
Nobody likes green
Yet everybody wants to be green
Everybody has a price, Green says
He’s rich and always has success.
He parties a lot
But green has an identity crisis
Where would he be without his riches
The would will never guess.

There are many colors
With many shades
And Many meanings to be displayed
My questions are:
What color are you?
And can you relate?

This goes out to the ladies whose lip gloss is poppin
The ladies with the thick lips
The ladies who generously use Carmex
The ladies who **** a lollipop without giving a **** about context
It started when I was 15
She looked good
I looked at her perplexed
Something about her
It was complex
Her lips
So pink and so pretty
Couldn’t stop looking
To the point that they were alluring
I liked her
I wanted to kiss them
I’ve never been kissed
I wanted her to lick them
I ended up being dissed
But to be a realist, I wasn’t alone
By far...
When I said in a love letter
"I think you're hot and
You have some **** lips”
I was sure I held her in higher regard
That was my start
She was my star
She still is
But as soon as I saw some lips I wanted to kiss...
Her BFF,
Puckering her own pouty lips in my midst
And said this:
“Hi, **** lips.”

She walked into the band hall
Thoughts that could drive her up a wall
Thoughts to the brim
There were rumors about her
It didn’t surprise her
Some made her cringe
She knows by now girls are *******
And everybody aren’t your friends
But for some reason boys weren’t so easy to offend
They liked her
They really did
But she needs to know what'd she do to offend

As she was changing to her practice clothes
The other band auxiliary cliques held so close
But one
One
One caught her eye
They say curiosity killed the cat
Well, it filled her supply

The One was in the middle of changing
The one was in her bra and *******
She felt something
Couldn’t describe it
Was she really staring at her *******?
She looked away
The one looked back
Was she feeling attraction?
She knew she liked boys!
She was confused
And feeling a certain connection

When it was safe to look back
Her face shown
She could tell she was pretty and tall
Her ******* bounced like basketballs
Dark brown skin
Her thighs and legs were toned
****, did she like GIRLS now?! She moaned.

She then walked to band practice
Thoughts filling her head
The practice ahead
The “He said, she said”
Along with the one from the locker room that’s inside her head

All of a sudden
Without delay
An encounter between the two happens accidentally
Coincidentally, a lay on The One’s ******* accidentally
Made The One react to her not-so-kindly.
So our heroine gains another “Hater.”
What they don’t know is The One brushed her **** at the same time.
She knew that The One liked it.
“You think I’m your little experiment?"
She didn’t know. She wanted to ask:
“Are you curious?”