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.
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