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Ameerah Holliday Nov 2016
Silent
is the barred mind
of a Girl
of a Boy.    

Colored prints
of my colored prints,
and America wasn’t great
to those whose hands build it.    

And their anthem plays on,
disguising detestation as protection
resentful the Sun’s
never made love to their complexion.
tree your bough is resplendent
with the delight
that taunts me so
I espy her as she grows
my eyes are transfixed
by her glowing complexion
days go too long
quell my waiting pangs
coiled are my feelings
her essence appealing
to the taste buds
provoking her skin is smooth
and a flesh so succulent
bring her to maturity
she drives me mad with insanity
ripening to her full perfection
of purity
longing my heart strings
fracture
wanting the reward
ready to pick
the mouth exhausts
to caress her fruit
Destiny Copeland Dec 2015
I am the bomb
Why?
Well just look at me
Look at my complexion, dark and smooth
Look at my face, so fat and cute
Look at my body, plump and petite
Look at my soul, so bold and free

Now look at you!
I love your complexion
Your face
Your body
And your soul

You the bomb too
Just a little differently than me
But it's still cool
Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated
Purple Rain May 2015
Perfect perfections
One woman once made a connection,
Not to me, but the world
You see,
She found the key within her complexion  
For her whole life she faced rejection,
She wasn't "YOUR" definition of perfection
Your definition of perfection,
kept her from discovering her own


You kept her captive by your desperation,
to hurt her with your words of stone
For a short period of time you destroyed her throne
But now she has a voice of her own
The words that are made of stone
You get trapped by the sound of the drone

"Perfect perfections"
Today,
She stares into her reflection,
At her complexion
And says
" I have Perfect perfections"
Nikita May 2015
when
the
red
from
her
cheeks
vanish
­when
her
eyes
turn
dull
only
to
clos­e
and
rest
the
torn
soul
Amanda Aug 2014
I love kissing your lips
until an array of rosy pale bliss
shines along your ashy cheeks
breathes a sigh of relief.

— The End —