Yes, when God made you He made
A good thing
And you never let me forget it
In public we are golden delicious
And if any man questions it
you own it
My final answer is
I am sassy and temperamental but you tonin' it
feisty and unruly
like a fro, but you combin' it
too bad I am
tenderheaded
and bruise easily

Thick lips smile without stutter
Melted shea butter
Chewing words, work the wad in the back
Then SNAP!
-- The only thing between your voice and my feet
Whatever you say, baby, this is your day
I’m making a way
BK delicious
Crowning my man with the beveled blingy kisses
The big mac of the filet-o-fishes
But you still swim in the shallow pool

Perhaps you are the chicken of the sea?

Indigenous
fingers self esteem scavengers
manages to
find the one bone left in my back
Crack is whack, you live on sunshine cream
Cotton candy cocaine, sugar honey white flight reams
Brooklyn born from forlorn
Two dollar dreams that
Will slap you back,
If provoked

Bought me hand sewn prada coats
and ripped the stitches out my eye
in the same night
but I smile and nod
like it's alright

So caught up in me-you’s
I carried and delivered your hope
in my swallowed pride
Now I deal with the snide:
Nigga split your side
and you LET that ride?
Hit your kid
And you still give him rib?
And I can’t even clean it up for them

I lifted your name on high
Even though you blacked the eye
expectations land with a thud
Lullabying…

Still, you bruise love
I confuse love
Fuse drugs
Club gear stashed in the back of the rack
Because he’s texted
Sexy where u at?

Hey sexy why dontchu
Sign
On
to this
Aqua shine on your man tonight
too tired to fight
I find myself staring up at the wall


Accused of being too sexy to go out
but not sexy enough for you to stay home
You
always wanting
MINE to be right
Even if YOU left?

When are you gonna learn
That sofia loved the hell outta harpo
When she said
She
would kill him dead
because love
as Toni said, is no better than the lover

I will own
The fact that
Taciturn thoughts
You bought
are worth more than a penny
I’m tired of spinning
Your inadequacies into a gold Cadillac
Mr.Cash Money, honey
your particular brand of crack IS whack
Keep on writing checks with ego as collateral
As I sing a new lullaby:

Reality is often cleva
And even in the mist of transcendent ascensional pleasure
You might find, genuine, street fighter sublime
that each level
Has a new devil
And you are out there
ill equipped
Cupped lips
With promises of repentance
But the kiss was salty
As the sea
Incapable of watering me

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Can it be I stayed away too long?/
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/
It's not my thing trying to get back/
But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five