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?" 

Hooked on your love

You got me hooked on your love sweet love but, too bad you don't know it.
I've loved you endlessly since the 7th grade. I love you like my mother loves cala Lilly's on a sunday morning.
I love you like God loves me; unconditionally.
I love as much as beauty loves your face enough to stick.
I love you more than a ballerina loves to dance, more than the moon loves the sky, more than a milky way likes its wrapper.
But too bad you don't know it.
Too bad gay does not know your pride. And too bad I suffer because you cant accept yourself.
Baby, hear my cry.
I hate that I can't hold you as close because your afraid someone will know.
But haven't you heard of "Don't ask don't tell?"
They don't ask, we don't tell but if they do i can never live a lie.
So I'll just say,
"Yes, I spent the night holding someone. I held the one person God made for me. I laid with her in my arms, and I watched her sleep."
"I inhaled every exhale and I cherished it like it was my Bible. So yes, I held the one person God created for me when he created lesbians."
You got me hooked on your love sweet love, but too bad you don't know it.

My Message To Chick-Fil-A

Chick-Fil-A will never for as long as I live get another dime of my money. I feel its just isn't right to say you have "Christen Values" & then Give money to the foundations that are pushing to stop the Movement of civil unions. If your a Christen like you say, then you will know that God don't like ugly & he sure don't like haters (IN ANY FORM). As Andrea (R.Kelly's ex-Wife also from VH1's HollyWood exes) Would say "You better check yo'
E-Mail."

Rolling with a cricKet

I hate when ppl ask 2 see my phone to do 1 thing then turn around & get on FACEBOOK. & DIDNT EVEN ASK.!! Like -_- I think thats just rude, greedy, & just flat out disrespectful. Like did u not take into consideration that I NEED TO KEEP AT LEAST A HALF BATTERY? People blow me up the FREAKING WALL. & then they wanna get mad cause they FEEL i think im "All that" cause I got an iPhone. Child gone people was jelious when I was rolling with a cricKet. I think your life starts when you step
------> this way & outta my way.

Dear De'andra (BestFriend)

Dear Deandra,
Im sorry about the little blow up I had in the hall today. Honestly I truly am. :-) I had been having a rough day & you happen to get the feelings thrown onto you with out me thinking emotions built & rage formed. You of all people should know I hate fighting my friends & with you I know this is a friendship God built to last, & I refuse to allow one bad day to tear us apart.! U of all people also know I don't give a shit about shit so for me to be saying sorry is a big step into growing up. You helped to teach me that. I'm sorry, I deeply love you & no fake friend will do this. So Hun @ me at my twitter name so I know it's real.!

Loosing a friend really isn't all that bad.

I lost a friend. I lost a best friend. I lost a BestFriend that I thought was a good friend but was actually season friend. You know the type of friend that u thought u could trust, love and call your sister. I lost one of the few friends that called my mother, momma & I called hers mom. I hate that I lost her but I guess with growth comes change. She was the change I never wanted to see go, so I fought for us but God said no. To achieve greatness you must let go. So I did what God set out for me to do. In this friend I noticed a lot of imperfections so I loved every one of them. One, she don't think that she's beautiful & always needs a guy to validate her. Thats one reason y were no longer friends. She let a guy get into her head rather than her heart & change her thinking & not her passion to show integrity. Once a A&B student now she's lower than my height.! She uses her big words to seem smart & try's to make others look dumb when she's the ultimate dummy. She's the dummy that threw away a good friend like I was the last weeks paper & she didn't care to read & understand me. So with me being the person that gives a shit about nothing, I figured if she could let a guy redefine what our "Friendship" was then we were never really friends to start with.! And in this situation she never got to realize that karma's a bitch because she was to busy being a dummy that what i suppose to have did to her was the same she did to another girl. The only difference is the other girl didn't even want to bother with another simple bitch with a bad attitude. Yes I realize I lost what I suspected to be a bestFriend, worse I lost the one person I Figured I could run to when my soul had gotten shot by the bullits of the enemy. But never would I guess she was the enemy.