Souls of Us

I wish I could just crawl

Inside my shell & convince 

Me that I'm pretty. 

   I wish rain didn't 

Knock upside my window cause

I'm convinced it's Gods cry.

I guess that's why it's

Called window pain. 

My head is always down 

cause I never

Knew of a such thing as 

Confidence, I guess the

Idea of that was completely 

insane. 

If I had confidence the 

World would swear

 up and down

That I was conceded but,

   I heard through the 

grapevine that my being 

Is  beautiful but;

I wish my heart would tell me

that. I'm not sure 

how long I'll allow myself 

to be susceptible to

the cat calls & whispers but,

My body's hallow, no sure 

of how to pick my battles;

I'd just rather not fight. 

   I've been okay with

Loosing far too long and

I'm not sure why I picked 

Today to win when yesterday

Was my first option. How about

I choose tomorrow? I know

It's not promised but, winning

Is still no guarantee. 

    I'm lost within myself. 

My mother swears I'm

My father but, my father is

Like God. I don't see him but,

I know he exist. I'm failing 

because I'm holding faith

In my hand but, I can't 

Find the direction to my heart. 

     This drug is a coping mechanism.

Roll my blunts & inhale the 

Venom, the pungent smell

Of disaster is the devils 

Play mate. Playing chess 

with my soul like he's 

already won. Check Mate. 

Lash my soul with 

Sinners but, you will not 

create a master piece out

Of me. 

     This poem is my souls 

Song to the heavens asking 

God is there still room for me. 

Cause my being should be for

The good of me. 

      I'm not sure which part of

This is me & which part of this

Is you. I just know, this is the

Souls of women every where. 

       Is this really true.?? 

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Won't tell a soul

Some of a Woman's most 

filthiest secretes have 

stained the face of my teeth

in Secrete. 

    Don't tell nobody

    Don't tell a soul. 

Lips are sealed like ZipLock

bags filled with left over 

collar Greens from Christmas

time. 

     Don't you dare throw that 

     away. 

     Don't you dare let that go to

     waste. 

Have you no fear of Hell? 

Have you known what that

hell heat be like? 

   It be like a fathers knuckles 

   meeting a deranged boys face 

   for the first time. 

Heat be, hotter than face to

palm collecting tears and

riding them on your jeans. 

     It be like Fire shut up in 

     my bones. It's that heat

     that would burn your 

  fingertips if you be a smoking 

      fool. 

So Master, I beez the fool. Burnt

fingertips & green leaves for lips. 

  I beez the fool weed man. 

      But, as long as I shall 

      live; My mother will know

      no face of mine that dance

      with my Fathers Demons. 

I am ignorant...

    I bit into liars with

    my filth stained teeth 

    and adapted to the habits of 

    blaming you for what happened

But....What happened is drugs. 

Women.

And Secretes. 

     We wrapped ourselves

      in our innocence and 

     sprayed our remains in

     Perfume. 

Cover up the lies I tell you

Cover up the truths you

can't tell. 

And, pretend like it's okay. 

         You're a woman. 

         You chew your

          secretes. And

          tell no one. 

Don't tell nobody. 

Don't tell a soul. 

       Both sets of my lips

       are a delicacy. 

     Only touched by me. 

     Thought of by many.

       And attached to every

              apology letter

       I've ever written but, you

       never got cause' I won't

Tell nobody. 

I won't tell a soul. 

        All you should know is 

        my name. And that 

        may be a secrete too. 

My teeth won't tell nobody.

My teeth won't tell a soul. 

     

Mirror full of Hate

It's funny how hate has looked me in the eyes & pretended she didn't know. She told me Myths of how she Visited Demons with Halos and named them something as sacred as "Friend." Hate looked me in the Mirror & I didn't even know it. 

Beautiful Lavender

I've never seen someone 

So beautiful until I looked at 

lavender.

   A Smile like diamonds.

It danced in my soul 

the first time she told me

"You're Beautiful." 

A heart Of gold.

How could anyone 

Ever be so bold to 

Break anything that 

Could love with such 

Innocence.

   Some things don't 

make sense and

Maybe they shouldn't. 

But I like you. So 

Deal with it. 

Your face is ever so friendly 

To the smile that seems to

Rise when you like my pictures

Or snoop on my poetry. 

I think it's cute 

You find safety in my

Words and courage in my

Fear. 

I feared, you'd never notice

Me. 

If I fade into your

Memory and don't ever

Find my way to your dreams, 

please paint pictures of 

Me into the bible scriptures 

Incrusted in the folds

Of your eye lips. 

Lavender........

you're the 

chocolate Queen 

that fulfills every

Man & woman's dream

that's into that kind of 

Thing. 

You are far to beautiful 

To be described as just

Lavender. 

   I'll never call you

Something "sexy" because 

That word has 

Danced across the lips

To thieves, and the lesser. 

Only Royalty know's 

What beautiful jewels 

Such as you look like....

So Lavender, 

you are my 

Beauty Queen. 

I didn't know what 

beauty was, nor

Had I gripped 

My hands onto Royalty 

Until I looked at Lavender.