My dear your clothes out grow you
Heavy they are upon your back
The life of you they lack
Colorless
Black and grey
My love your face betrays you
Your legs sway
Leading you down a helpless road
Gravel can't feel any rougher
Your ribs can't get any tougher
Yet they have concealed your backbone
My darling your lies
Reveal you
Your stares make me weak
We had lunch and tea
You spoke but never munched
Your words fed me the sweetest honey treats
My dear your clothes out grow you
Tell me may I walk in your shoes?
You step on my feet as we dance
You tip-toed around soft subjects
Rejecting me a chance
My pet your knee's bend away from me
They uphold the legs too petrified to walk away
You hold me close as we sway
With clothes to big for the body I feel so near
Oh my dear my dear
Eat a bit just to stay
A word mentioned
I'd never say
But I've noticed the things others may
Heavy they are upon your back
The life of you they lack
The soul our good God has taken back....

I would have taken Medusa
Held her in my palms
Freezing you from delicate feet
To high strung arms
I would have knelt to Athena
With a smirk
To deflower a goddess
But you were too wise for that
My flirts would be accompanied with a smack
I would have carried Zeus upon my back
Walking  88,729 miles from the sun
In a race
Where being fifth place
Lets me know I've won
Yes i would have been your reason
Your brown leaves bringing about a new season
I would have brought with me
A silver bow
And golden lyre
Bringing about songs of Apollo
As embers from the fire
Hollow trees
The holes in my heart
I have filled with wine
Dionysus in true of his time
I would have called you mine
I would have loved your beauty
Touched your desires
As i admired
Aphrodite in blue
The color i witnessed
As i kissed you
I would have been clever
As i pulled the levers to your mind
Quick as lightening
To put out the thunders of our fighting
Yes I'd be your Hermes
And I would have named you ****
When your lust for youth was taken
I would have awakened as Aries
Prepared for war
When you had battles within
I would have been a god
To slay your demons

I live in the town
Where kids sip champagne
To forget pain
And chug hennessy
With their enemies
Simply licking down *****
And eating their frienemies
Life's a bottle of tanqueray
Have a seat, listen, stay
The worlds a shot of tequila rose
Complex as a stiffened pose
I live in a town
Where the kids
Lush
In a hush

They said she was saved
Sanctified
Oh but she's a hell raiser
the pages in her Bible don't flip
but her hips shake
faster than a ***** turns tricks
they say she was baptized
by John the Baptist himself
but she came out to her mother
in a christian book store
her cheeks blushed
pink red
They say she flew with the angels
but seduces demons at night
Gods her captain
but she missed the flight
she didn't wanna fly to close to the heavens
But she kissed her rosary
as she clutched the book of Mormon
the star of David tatted across her shoulder
A hell raiser in the true
saved
Sanctified
But she seduces Satan himself
with the holy water sprinkled over her lip gloss
because her kisses are heavenly divine
The scriptures in her Bible
Have no name
unrecognizable from her pain
Shes just Rose Marie
the daunting seductress
dressed in nuns clothes
Flying in religion
to hide her shame

My detective father
told me my identity
was in my finger prints
so i gazed  upon my finger tips
with no explanation
I pointed to a friend
who said he knew
me
like the back of  his hand
as he caressed my palm
tracing the lines of the future
I asked if he could tell me something
about my finger tips
he said they were stubby
and dropped my hand
I collected this information
without taking a stand
He doesn't know me at all
My detective father
told me lies
conceal the truth
so why bother?
I lied for twenty seven days
I figured
no one would pay attention
did I mention
I carved the mayan  calendar
yes
my fingers
shaped the future
my essence
On display
tapping my fingers
against the pavement
corrupted Earth
no one knows me from a hand shake
tho they've touched my identity
so when looking at your finger tips
remember it takes so much more
to know who your gonna be

I began to scratch
and pick
because I no longer had a need for my skin
I feel trapped and suffocated within
its been bought
paid
I began to *****
and moan
because I refused
to moan
and quiver
his lips hadn't made
my legs shiver
or heart race
in fact after he left
the covers I chased
hoping they'd hide all shame
I continue to scratch and pick
and ***** and moan
I refuse to lay in hotel rooms
acting as wife
and be disgusted
When he returns home

So lets search for the blue
leaning towards the moon
because no one tells the truth
now a days
anyways
id expect nothing less
from a homeless man
than to beg for money
or expect anything more
from a *****
than to be cunning
or *******
shes probably stunning
when she does
because no one lets loose
now a days
anyways
so lets look under a rock
hoping to find
the lost city
because I'm African American
you'd expect me to say
my "podnas rolling with me"
But I don't blend with the trend
and strive not to be deprived
of intelligence
so take a hint
because no one tells the truth
now a days
anyways....