Dear Body,

    I'm sorry if I ever used you to act anything less of a queen.
        I'm sorry if I ever embarrassed you in front of a mirror.
And I'm sorry  because, I never really did protect you enough.
   Sometimes I would use you as my own personal xscape from stress.
And some nights I would treat you like a sheet of construction paper.
                                       I would cut you.

Legs, I'm sorry for never showing you off to the world.
  It's just that your so ugly, your not worth being seen.
Oh, and legs, I'm sorry for always making up these lame excuses as to why you haven't had Oxygen
in the last 8 years of holding me up.
   
Arms, I think I use and abuse you the most.
I'm sorry for not realizing that you have feelings. And you too are beautiful.
  And God has placed 2 beauty marks on you for a reason.

So I'm sorry for using that sharp bobby pin to slice you. Carving the first 4 letters in my 1st name into you, to always remember the music that I once danced too.
                                                 I would dance to Jazz.

Breast, I'm sorry for trying to tie you down in the 5th grade when you were a C cup.
  And in the 3rd grade when you were a B cup.
   B standing for the  biggest chest in the class. You know you were the ONLY one wearing a "real" bra, and not one of those train things.
                                     You never sat in one of those.
  Someday's until this day, I think God & mother nature made you so big to distract people from my heart beat that sounded like an exploding land mime.
    You too are beautiful with that birth mark your last girlfriend admired.

     Spine, I'm actually grateful for you.
With out you, today I wouldn't stand up straight like the Queen, Latifah always said that I am.

                           And Hands, boy do I love you.
You pray with me, you write for me and your always their for me.
You always their to wipe away every tear before someone sees it fall.
  And I don't think it would be right for me to say all the other
you can do. Because that's to stay between me, you, and my girlfriend.

           But Hands, you make her fall in love with me all, over, again.
And a good hand never touches and tell.

    So body, I think that this is a thank you. A thank you for loving me enough to hold onto me.
                                                                                                   Sincerely,
                                                                                                  Jazzmine

If I Exist...?

I'll write "I miss you" with stars & carve the moon to look like a smiley face just so your face can smile again.    

Every night I wait, & wait, & wait for a text message.

    And on some of those days I cry myself to sleep because everyday you are the 1st & last thing I think about. 

                     And to me your everything.      

        So I hate that theirs a chance you fall asleep and add me to your list of sweet little nothings. I hate that I exist in the shadows of that other girl, or maybe I don't exist at all. 

  But if I do can you smash a batch of freshly picked red roses and write my name in pollen across your heart, for I have already written yours. 

    Or can I kiss your forehead gently instead of all that rough making out. I'd like to take it slow.    

             If I exist in your pretty little world can I take you to a field if daisy's and hand feed you your favorite foods.   

     And then can I kiss you softly, look into your big brown eyes and hold your face in my palms & just admire your beauty one blink at a time?   

If this is too much for me to ask, can you just say "hello?"