oblivious to the darkness to come;
i started to have my braids undone
sank my fangs to a well-ripen peach
only to have my sunday dress drenched
you looked me in the eye and said
"i like you better when you're a mess,
you become who you really are,
not just who you want to be"
and my hand landed a slap on your fair face
"i didn't work hard to be a mess
and for someone to admire my weakness
im for someone who gaze at my greatness"
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 5:01 AM UTC
oblivious to the darkness to come;
i started to have my braids undone
sank my fangs to a well-ripen peach
only to have my sunday dress drenched
you looked me in the eye and said
"i like you better when you're a mess,
you become who you really are,
not just who you want to be"
and my hand landed a slap on your fair face
"i didn't work hard to be a mess
and for someone to admire my weakness
im for someone who gaze at my greatness"
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