He tells me how my eyes flicker in the sunlight
How my straight hair flow in the air
The way my dress fit skin tight
The perfection of my curves
How I stop his breath as I pass by
Hey he way my smile becomes his dreams
How my brown eyes are puddle of honey
Though the more I stare in the mirror the clear I see
How my eyes cannot compare to the shine of stars
How I wish my hair would curl though it was styled
The way I’m disgusted of my body
How I wish I had thin legs, flat belly though I was a model
The way I hid every time I pass by him
Wishing he would never see my ugliness
Oh I wish I can hide the smile that shows the ugly teeth’s
So ugly it cry’s every time someone cracks a joke
Sorry that my brown eyes cannot compare to blue eyes
Though he says I’m pretty my eyes see nothing but ugly
They say” beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

Radio plays *** sound
I hear let me pull your dress down
Though I was taught roses, candles, dinner dates
But the boy next door talks let me blow her out
The boy in high says her jeans are tighter
Though I was taught sweet compliments... but group of men talks how his girl moves
My innocents leave like melting butter
I question myself as a girl is this what I’m for?
for ***** words that comes out of a mans tongue to slander me?
For them to debate whether I’m pretty or not with their judge mental minds....
My parents never told me the reality as a female
What are we to them..objects?
Though Cardi B is no good example
I don’t belong to anyone I say
I say I belong to me, myself and I

They come and go
The lie and tell the truth
As I learned to never trust
Trust in words someone says
But the eyes never lie
Eyes come and go though they never lie
Her eyes show the pain she hides
Her eyes show the troubles
Her eyes show the lie she tells
Her eyes show her true color
His words may say the sky is green but his eyes says blue
The eyes never lie

I ran pass a place before dawn...
A place in the back of my head like a Width of memory blowing in the wind like a rotten leaf
A leaf that sadly fallen from autumn tree
A lead once was on a tree branch knowing eventually it will fall
A leaf that wish it can say “thank you next” like a song in the breeze
Though it brings nothing but “photograph” of seasons
Seasons of tears that leaves nothing but sad memories
A leaf that sits in a shower if rain to hide it’s painful tears
A leaf that has fallen down stream
A stream of photographs
Photographs which was taken in good intentions
Photographs of first sprouts
Photographs of buds that bloom in spring
Photographs of blossoms that fruits as bees buzz
Photographs that leaves you nothing
Nothing but a stream of pain
A stream that hurts to swim in
A stream that once tore you apart
A stream that is now nothing but a rotten leaf in the wind that blows in the back of my mind.