His mother always told him to throw away broken toys
to make room for new ones
and maybe thats why they never keep me around
I've become an acrobat
balancing my self confidence on the tight rope of his words
It’s hard to walk when your legs are killing you.
My knees didn't always creek like this, I promise.
My smile didn't always come with a disclaimer

I'm not one to say much that's why I write
I've been one to hurt others with my word
I prefer to: inspire make a difference
they the ppl you hang with reflect you
id rather be alone
I play it safe instead of putting my confidence in the wrong ppl
Friends are forever but seperated by life
Thankful for what I have but its not what I want to be doing
I worry for the future and hoping to break through instead of living in regret

Beauty runs along the coast n core of the heart
Many mistake that by the soft color of the skin

Every night she reflects on the faces she's seen
And she stares at the mirror
Right before her she sees no beauty

Searching for a smooth spot is her desire
Pimple free
But her face is nucleated with pimples

The faces she sets sight upon daily
Haunt her

She looks back n criticizes her face again
She's not that yellow bone
She's  not a size 0

She is curvaceous
She is darker than her knee
But her skin is one of rare soil

She could bleach
Eat greens  

But she believes much that she  was born to be different

She learnt to Love herself
She Felt it inside
And it shone outside
Outlining the curves of her dimples
Surrounded with her beauty spots
Her freckles
Every one of those freckles  retold a story of where she started
When media was centre stage
Questioning her whether light she wanted to be? Or dark as the cave of Africa was her desire ?

She found light
Saw her true beauty.
She was once a victim
A dark victim
But now she is embracing her dark lashes n hazel eyes
Accompanied by her gorgeous dark face
She's proud
I'm proud
True beauty is rare

They come in the night
The monsters
Tear down the walls
You built
Destroy
They don't care that you're nice
Or you get all A*s
Or you have friends
Or that you love them
They hurt them anyway
Because your own problems
Are rarely just your own
And that's the worst part

Lying eyes
disguise goodbyes;
the Honest ones will tell you.

There once was a man named Munn,
whose wife in bed was no fun;
but the horrible part
is when she would ****,
and say, "Get off, I'm all done."