As women, we sometimes ask for too much.
We want,
We want again,
And then,
We want more,
Blinded by what is right in front of us.
Instead, Be Happy with enough.
Fairytale dreams of the perfect man.
Tall,
Handsome,
A gentleman,
A man who listens,
Who understands.
In other words, a man that gives us what we want.
I suggest, Be Happy with what he offers.
When his late,
It's an issue.
If he forgets our plans,
We become upset.
And when his relaxing and not talking to us,
We throw a fit.
We forget.
His human.
Yes, men are human too.
So rather, Be Happy with his harmless mistakes.
Naturally, women applaud themselves for their relationship successes.
Praising the female sunshine over the male blue skies.
We dismiss from our mind's,
It is him that has us laughing in an instant.
It is him that with with just a hug can make the misery of a hard day disappear.
And it is him that saves us when we need rescuing the most.
Take a moment and smile.
Be Happy, because he chose you.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
She said...
She said, "Let's eat too much cake together!"
I smiled.
Never had I seen a Woman with so much 'child' within her.
It took one evening. One evening before the New Year.
She was the wish I made.
She was my resolution.
She said, "You're the bestest!"
Ever since that day she inspired my smiling face.
We spoke so much that our boyfriend's became suspicious.
She said, "You taught me what true friends are really about."
One day, our friendship took an unexpected step to the next level.
She needed me more.
I was there for her.
I was her strength and even gave her my happiness.
She said, "Thanks for being an amazing friend through this 'not so nice' time."
But, she changed.
Her smile faded and she got lost in her own mind.
No one could see it though.
Three months and she gave in.
She became a person I could never trust.
No more everyday conversations.
No more eye contact.
And, no more Me and Her.
Today I missed you.
My resolution.
A friend I could be true to.
You drifted so far, and I have to realise that every single day.
Today was different.
Today, I saw your smile.
The smile you lost inside yourself.
She said, "Thank you. We'll be friends forever."
I believed her.
But, she lied.
I smiled.
Never had I seen a Woman with so much 'child' within her.
It took one evening. One evening before the New Year.
She was the wish I made.
She was my resolution.
She said, "You're the bestest!"
Ever since that day she inspired my smiling face.
We spoke so much that our boyfriend's became suspicious.
She said, "You taught me what true friends are really about."
One day, our friendship took an unexpected step to the next level.
She needed me more.
I was there for her.
I was her strength and even gave her my happiness.
She said, "Thanks for being an amazing friend through this 'not so nice' time."
But, she changed.
Her smile faded and she got lost in her own mind.
No one could see it though.
Three months and she gave in.
She became a person I could never trust.
No more everyday conversations.
No more eye contact.
And, no more Me and Her.
Today I missed you.
My resolution.
A friend I could be true to.
You drifted so far, and I have to realise that every single day.
Today was different.
Today, I saw your smile.
The smile you lost inside yourself.
She said, "Thank you. We'll be friends forever."
I believed her.
But, she lied.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Open. Smile. Divine.
It's the night before that gets me most excited.
That "school-girl" feeling,
Knowing that I will see you the next day.
The daytime is filled with so much to see,
But it's the night time that becomes our dream.
It's difficult to sleep with you around.
But, being safe is a better option to me.
I follow your palms on my skin,
Wrapping our legs in an unsolvable puzzle.
My jungle-like hair tickles your face.
As you move it away, you whisper your last words.
Words that every women believes.
Through the night we drift unknowingly apart.
When realisation occurs,
You find me,
And we start our dream all over again.
The first ray of morning,
I make sure to open my eyes before you do.
Your brown skin is as fresh as the day.
Using my fingertips, I stroke the hairs on your face.
Casually, you open your eyes.
I kiss your lips,
Whisper my first words.
You smile,
I blush,
Such a rush,
Let's do it again.
That "school-girl" feeling,
Knowing that I will see you the next day.
The daytime is filled with so much to see,
But it's the night time that becomes our dream.
It's difficult to sleep with you around.
But, being safe is a better option to me.
I follow your palms on my skin,
Wrapping our legs in an unsolvable puzzle.
My jungle-like hair tickles your face.
As you move it away, you whisper your last words.
Words that every women believes.
Through the night we drift unknowingly apart.
When realisation occurs,
You find me,
And we start our dream all over again.
The first ray of morning,
I make sure to open my eyes before you do.
Your brown skin is as fresh as the day.
Using my fingertips, I stroke the hairs on your face.
Casually, you open your eyes.
I kiss your lips,
Whisper my first words.
You smile,
I blush,
Such a rush,
Let's do it again.
A Glimpse
It's the moments least expected.
The five seconds of absolute fantasy.
You never saw me,
But,
The immediate glance of you captured a photograph I will never forget.
I lost all knowledge of my surroundings.
My heart beat faster,
But my breath slowed down peacefully.
You moved with ease around a world that stopped in time.
It's been a while since I saw the masterpiece of you.
With artwork like yours I could open a gallery.
Painting, after painting, after painting.
No words.
The portrait of you gets smaller as the distance increases.
Until it's time for our minds to meet again,
I'll carry that glimpse,
While you carry my endless thoughts.
The five seconds of absolute fantasy.
You never saw me,
But,
The immediate glance of you captured a photograph I will never forget.
I lost all knowledge of my surroundings.
My heart beat faster,
But my breath slowed down peacefully.
You moved with ease around a world that stopped in time.
It's been a while since I saw the masterpiece of you.
With artwork like yours I could open a gallery.
Painting, after painting, after painting.
No words.
The portrait of you gets smaller as the distance increases.
Until it's time for our minds to meet again,
I'll carry that glimpse,
While you carry my endless thoughts.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
An Unwritten Letter
To the man I hide in my heart,
I cannot explain, nor face you as I am about to bring up the emotions that you are about to read.
All I know is that it's in my heart and it hasn't disappeared.
Not for days.
Not even months.
Lets say, years.
Strangely enough, what started on a page must either end or continue on a page.
This is not Good Bye,
But, it's time.
Time for me to let you know why,
Why I smile when I see you,
Why I am always trying to make you laugh,
And why I am constantly mesmerized by you.
I cannot begin to tell you how you capture my attention.
I am more aware of your beauty than you are.
This is not an obsession.
This is me appreciating you,
Probably more than anyone else can.
Is that selfish to say?
I don't think so.
I cannot help knowing you inside and out.
I'll admit that there are moments when I don't think of you,
But when I come to that realisation, I create thoughts that involve you.
Who are you and why have you chosen me to think of you so often?
I see you staring at me.
I even see you wanting to sit close to me.
Most of all, I've seen those, "I want to kiss you" eyes.
But, nothing.
I'm not fed up.
But, I am thinking too much of nothing.
Tell me why.
Wait.
You can't.
Because this letter is unwritten,
And you will never receive it.
I cannot explain, nor face you as I am about to bring up the emotions that you are about to read.
All I know is that it's in my heart and it hasn't disappeared.
Not for days.
Not even months.
Lets say, years.
Strangely enough, what started on a page must either end or continue on a page.
This is not Good Bye,
But, it's time.
Time for me to let you know why,
Why I smile when I see you,
Why I am always trying to make you laugh,
And why I am constantly mesmerized by you.
I cannot begin to tell you how you capture my attention.
I am more aware of your beauty than you are.
This is not an obsession.
This is me appreciating you,
Probably more than anyone else can.
Is that selfish to say?
I don't think so.
I cannot help knowing you inside and out.
I'll admit that there are moments when I don't think of you,
But when I come to that realisation, I create thoughts that involve you.
Who are you and why have you chosen me to think of you so often?
I see you staring at me.
I even see you wanting to sit close to me.
Most of all, I've seen those, "I want to kiss you" eyes.
But, nothing.
I'm not fed up.
But, I am thinking too much of nothing.
Tell me why.
Wait.
You can't.
Because this letter is unwritten,
And you will never receive it.
Friday, April 16, 2010
The Young Man in the Yellow Brick Story Book
He stops.
He stares.
He creates.
A world within himself.
Don't assume around him,
For only he truley knows.
Such an independent soul.
Only his own maze can he solve.
A beautiful smile.
Could take anyone the distance.
Take a moment.
Think IN,
But for once, speak OUT.
Too many words to describe a one of a kind.
What we do know is,
He stops.
He stares.
He creates.
An unique aura and unforgettable meaning.
He stares.
He creates.
A world within himself.
Don't assume around him,
For only he truley knows.
Such an independent soul.
Only his own maze can he solve.
A beautiful smile.
Could take anyone the distance.
Take a moment.
Think IN,
But for once, speak OUT.
Too many words to describe a one of a kind.
What we do know is,
He stops.
He stares.
He creates.
An unique aura and unforgettable meaning.
A room with no time
A room with no time.
Each brick tells a story.
A frog on the wall, with a house on a prairie.
It's just too good to be true.
He understands that it is possible.
Ultra sweetness in a block.
And comfort in what's black.
The thought of leaving is procrastinating.
And when you do,
It's okay.
There will be more.
Happiness.
Each brick tells a story.
A frog on the wall, with a house on a prairie.
It's just too good to be true.
He understands that it is possible.
Ultra sweetness in a block.
And comfort in what's black.
The thought of leaving is procrastinating.
And when you do,
It's okay.
There will be more.
Happiness.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Hidden Butterflies
It's his eyes,
She thinks to herself.
They smile at her,
But, he doesn't know.
Or,
He knows,
But, will never say.
It's his voice.
When he says: "How was your day?"
She hears,
"My attention is only for you."
Butterflies.
Shy smile.
But,
His always cool.
Always in one mindset.
When her mind cant stop -
Asking,
Answering,
Still not knowing.
It's his mind.
She wishes she could live there.
Build a house.
A home where she would say -
"I understand you."
And he would respond -
"I know."
She finds him in her dreams,
Where their moments seem real.
When she awakes, she is disappointed and sighs.
Will he ever hold her hand?
Will he hug her and never let go?
Will he be with her because it's right?
No.
Because,
She will never ask.
He will never admit to the truth.
She puts her butterflies in a cage,
Slows down her heart beat,
Floats back down to earth,
And answers -
"My day was just fine. How about your's?"
She thinks to herself.
They smile at her,
But, he doesn't know.
Or,
He knows,
But, will never say.
It's his voice.
When he says: "How was your day?"
She hears,
"My attention is only for you."
Butterflies.
Shy smile.
But,
His always cool.
Always in one mindset.
When her mind cant stop -
Asking,
Answering,
Still not knowing.
It's his mind.
She wishes she could live there.
Build a house.
A home where she would say -
"I understand you."
And he would respond -
"I know."
She finds him in her dreams,
Where their moments seem real.
When she awakes, she is disappointed and sighs.
Will he ever hold her hand?
Will he hug her and never let go?
Will he be with her because it's right?
No.
Because,
She will never ask.
He will never admit to the truth.
She puts her butterflies in a cage,
Slows down her heart beat,
Floats back down to earth,
And answers -
"My day was just fine. How about your's?"
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
For the Love of Hip Hop
I was culturally moved when I first met you.
My heart began beating to the flow of the music.
I know your's was too.
A sample never heard of before,
But not to any surprise, it became the rhythm to my favourite song.
This is where Hip Hop was born.
Five elements all leading to you.
I would spray-paint an image of your smile,
Break dance in honour of you,
Learn to scratch just because you love it,
Rap a verse that would only describe half of who you really are,
And finally, acknowledge myself of loving you.
You've got me in a Hip Hop state of mind.
I'm HIP-Notized.
Only you could discover the roots through my soul,
Evolving me,
To unity,
Newly,
We create each other's poetry.
There are only to members who have love for this music.
Only two are allowed.
Instead of breaking down walls to be different,
We've built them up to be the same.
We keep it old school,
Like the era of castle's and armour.
My Hip Hop King,
I will always dance to your song.
My heart began beating to the flow of the music.
I know your's was too.
A sample never heard of before,
But not to any surprise, it became the rhythm to my favourite song.
This is where Hip Hop was born.
Five elements all leading to you.
I would spray-paint an image of your smile,
Break dance in honour of you,
Learn to scratch just because you love it,
Rap a verse that would only describe half of who you really are,
And finally, acknowledge myself of loving you.
You've got me in a Hip Hop state of mind.
I'm HIP-Notized.
Only you could discover the roots through my soul,
Evolving me,
To unity,
Newly,
We create each other's poetry.
There are only to members who have love for this music.
Only two are allowed.
Instead of breaking down walls to be different,
We've built them up to be the same.
We keep it old school,
Like the era of castle's and armour.
My Hip Hop King,
I will always dance to your song.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
One too many times
The beauty of any relationship is Realisation and Appreciation.
Realisation of the rarity,
And the Appreciation of each other.
There comes a day, or even days, when an imbalance occurs,
And the relationship is doubted.
You call.
I answer, smiling.
I call.
You ignore, emotionless.
You text.
I respond, immediately.
I text.
You reply, 24 hours later.
You invite me to an event.
I attend, without hesitation.
I arrange an outing.
You cancel, on the last minute.
I walk around with a strong face.
Little did you know that this face was made with weak hands.
Maybe not every day,
Maybe not every month,
But, you have definitely saddened this heart.
I give and would give the world to any being,
Only to receive a souvenir in return.
One day I won't be there.
That day you will Realise what you had.
Tearful to think that only then I will be Appreciated.
Realisation of the rarity,
And the Appreciation of each other.
There comes a day, or even days, when an imbalance occurs,
And the relationship is doubted.
You call.
I answer, smiling.
I call.
You ignore, emotionless.
You text.
I respond, immediately.
I text.
You reply, 24 hours later.
You invite me to an event.
I attend, without hesitation.
I arrange an outing.
You cancel, on the last minute.
I walk around with a strong face.
Little did you know that this face was made with weak hands.
Maybe not every day,
Maybe not every month,
But, you have definitely saddened this heart.
I give and would give the world to any being,
Only to receive a souvenir in return.
One day I won't be there.
That day you will Realise what you had.
Tearful to think that only then I will be Appreciated.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Say Yes
I find myself thinking more than I can breathe.
Sometimes I think I'm resting my mind,
Only to realise that my relaxation consists of thoughts of you.
A conversation with a friend, and then I hear your name.
Your birth name has become the name of everyone.
Each time I say it, I smile, like it's the very first time.
Four in the morning, and I'm imagining your lips.
It's like tasting a sip of your favourite juice that someone else bought.
You either want another sip, or your own.
I wonder though,
Am I the air that you are breathing?
Is my name a constant reminder through your ears?
Will I be that favourite juice that you keep sipping on, so that you never have to share?
I gave you three questions.
I only expect one answer.
Yes.
Sometimes I think I'm resting my mind,
Only to realise that my relaxation consists of thoughts of you.
A conversation with a friend, and then I hear your name.
Your birth name has become the name of everyone.
Each time I say it, I smile, like it's the very first time.
Four in the morning, and I'm imagining your lips.
It's like tasting a sip of your favourite juice that someone else bought.
You either want another sip, or your own.
I wonder though,
Am I the air that you are breathing?
Is my name a constant reminder through your ears?
Will I be that favourite juice that you keep sipping on, so that you never have to share?
I gave you three questions.
I only expect one answer.
Yes.
Shelved
Everyone has found themselves on the shelf before.
Waiting to be picked, and then appreciated.
I chose you because I know your worth.
All the colours of you, is in me too.
People usually look down on you,
But, I've made you shine from the bottom to the top.
Low, middle, High.
You will always be beautiful in my eyes.
No one will take you away from me.
With all the love you get from me, no one has any reason to.
Red, black, pink, orange, cream, purple, beige, green, yellow, blue.
Sneakers, oh Sneakers, I love you (^^,)
Waiting to be picked, and then appreciated.
I chose you because I know your worth.
All the colours of you, is in me too.
People usually look down on you,
But, I've made you shine from the bottom to the top.
Low, middle, High.
You will always be beautiful in my eyes.
No one will take you away from me.
With all the love you get from me, no one has any reason to.
Red, black, pink, orange, cream, purple, beige, green, yellow, blue.
Sneakers, oh Sneakers, I love you (^^,)
Understand Me
I am not you.
I was not meant to be like you.
Never, will I be you.
But,
I understand you.
Now,
Understand me.
I move at my own pace.
It may be too slow for you.
But, it's just fine for me.
You like to click your fingers straight to happiness.
I don't mind the steps before the 'clicked' smile.
But,
I understand you.
Now,
Understand me.
You've never given someone the chance to hold your heart.
Some say its unsanitary.
I say, these hands are cleansed with goodness.
A rainbow always understands why it must appear after the rain.
That time will never change.
You push what you can't pull back.
I pull what I never want to push back.
I will always understand you.
Now, it's your turn.
Understand me.
I was not meant to be like you.
Never, will I be you.
But,
I understand you.
Now,
Understand me.
I move at my own pace.
It may be too slow for you.
But, it's just fine for me.
You like to click your fingers straight to happiness.
I don't mind the steps before the 'clicked' smile.
But,
I understand you.
Now,
Understand me.
You've never given someone the chance to hold your heart.
Some say its unsanitary.
I say, these hands are cleansed with goodness.
A rainbow always understands why it must appear after the rain.
That time will never change.
You push what you can't pull back.
I pull what I never want to push back.
I will always understand you.
Now, it's your turn.
Understand me.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Eight Months Later
This is not the environment I remember.
Overflowing weeds.
Uncut branches.
Dead flowers.
THIS, is the environment I chose to forget.
Overflowing weeds.
Uncut branches.
Dead flowers.
THIS, is the environment I chose to forget.
Love is Everything - (with Young November)
Love is a temporary madness.
But the madness is only temporary.
From happy to sad, then crazy to complete sanity.
And in that sanity you can find the greatest peace.
'PEACE' of mind and most importantly a 'PEACE' of heart.
Love is not linked to sadness, even though to many, this is a constant thought.
Sadness, a friend to Happiness, only helps you to think what's right.
But love in it's temporary madness is much more than any other emotion.
It's what we see, smell, touch, hear and live for everyday.
It's the reason for all that is around us.
Like our first flower that has grown into a beautiful garden.
And like the first drop of morning dew that falls upon it, love is everything.
But the madness is only temporary.
From happy to sad, then crazy to complete sanity.
And in that sanity you can find the greatest peace.
'PEACE' of mind and most importantly a 'PEACE' of heart.
Love is not linked to sadness, even though to many, this is a constant thought.
Sadness, a friend to Happiness, only helps you to think what's right.
But love in it's temporary madness is much more than any other emotion.
It's what we see, smell, touch, hear and live for everyday.
It's the reason for all that is around us.
Like our first flower that has grown into a beautiful garden.
And like the first drop of morning dew that falls upon it, love is everything.
Just like the ocean
It's unpredictable with beauty.
Uncertain with what could happen,
But always strongly assured when needed to be.
You, are just like the ocean.
Calm and pure.
Confusion of colours.
Confusion of you.
There is no need to forget, yet always time to forgive.
You, are just like the ocean.
No lies.
It is what it is.
True.
Tranquil.
That's you.
You, are just like the ocean.
Absolutely and never ending.
Beautiful.
Uncertain with what could happen,
But always strongly assured when needed to be.
You, are just like the ocean.
Calm and pure.
Confusion of colours.
Confusion of you.
There is no need to forget, yet always time to forgive.
You, are just like the ocean.
No lies.
It is what it is.
True.
Tranquil.
That's you.
You, are just like the ocean.
Absolutely and never ending.
Beautiful.
Their Secret
When she smiles,
So does he.
She knows his favourite words,
Even though he will never agree.
He has the look of question.
She keeps the answer.
She breaks him down.
Puzzle by puzzle.
It's never a habit when he returns,
Because she's found the secret within him.
He loves the secret they keep.
But she loves it more.
He'll argue,
Because he loves it more than more.
So does he.
She knows his favourite words,
Even though he will never agree.
He has the look of question.
She keeps the answer.
She breaks him down.
Puzzle by puzzle.
It's never a habit when he returns,
Because she's found the secret within him.
He loves the secret they keep.
But she loves it more.
He'll argue,
Because he loves it more than more.
Anticipation
She is waiting.
In moments trapped in time.
Even when time does not exist, it feels like it's still there.
Like clouds hidden in the night sky.
Or, hidden planets in the galaxy.
Only to be found by those who dare to fly.
But finding the wings of anticipation is never easy to find.
Learn to look in places that are divine.
She doesn't want to wait in anticipation no longer.
The world of divinity is where she wants to be.
Where realms of lust gets them caught up like drowning seas.
Don't let the ocean take her while she waits.
Keep her where time is forever and so is he.
Does she possess the divinity of the infinite?
Can he take her to a place where she can be free?
They create a world where they don't wait for time but time waits for them.
Where being free is all that needs to be done and happiness is the only option.
She closes her eyes and holds his hand.
Together, they will just be.
To be.
That's exactly what they are.
Let the ocean take anticipation.
For now, they are timeless.
In moments trapped in time.
Even when time does not exist, it feels like it's still there.
Like clouds hidden in the night sky.
Or, hidden planets in the galaxy.
Only to be found by those who dare to fly.
But finding the wings of anticipation is never easy to find.
Learn to look in places that are divine.
She doesn't want to wait in anticipation no longer.
The world of divinity is where she wants to be.
Where realms of lust gets them caught up like drowning seas.
Don't let the ocean take her while she waits.
Keep her where time is forever and so is he.
Does she possess the divinity of the infinite?
Can he take her to a place where she can be free?
They create a world where they don't wait for time but time waits for them.
Where being free is all that needs to be done and happiness is the only option.
She closes her eyes and holds his hand.
Together, they will just be.
To be.
That's exactly what they are.
Let the ocean take anticipation.
For now, they are timeless.
Don't act like you don't know...
There aren't many words I can say when you walk into the room.
Damn.
That's one.
How do you know how to do what you do when you not even doing it?
Catching my glimpse when I'm not even looking your way.
It's that million dollar smile that takes my breath away.
Just one touch.
Two kisses.
Three words.
And I'm yours.
Damn.
That's one.
How do you know how to do what you do when you not even doing it?
Catching my glimpse when I'm not even looking your way.
It's that million dollar smile that takes my breath away.
Just one touch.
Two kisses.
Three words.
And I'm yours.
Five Minutes
First minute.
The greeting.
A melting yet maintained pleasure.
Second minute.
The idol chat.
Uncertainty of how interested he actually is.
Third minute.
The joke.
Good, bad or just embarrassing.
Fourth minute.
The first touch.
Nervousness sending tingles through her entire physique.
Fifth and final minute.
The thoughts start flowing.
Does he? Doesn't he?
Or is time just being wasted.
The greeting.
A melting yet maintained pleasure.
Second minute.
The idol chat.
Uncertainty of how interested he actually is.
Third minute.
The joke.
Good, bad or just embarrassing.
Fourth minute.
The first touch.
Nervousness sending tingles through her entire physique.
Fifth and final minute.
The thoughts start flowing.
Does he? Doesn't he?
Or is time just being wasted.
Thoughts. Understand. Don't. I.
A monster jungle.
Branching with thoughts.
Too many vines, trees, rocks, greenery.
But such a beautiful place to retreat to.
One problem.
The path of clarity is hard to find.
To rest in such greatness, but too much to handle at the same time.
Looking.
Searching.
Out.
The tallest tree she can't even climb.
Not because of the height.
It just won't let her.
She doesn't understand the path of thoughts.
It's never ending.
Leading to so many possibilities.
Left. Right. Up. Down. In.
Out.
How can she understand what to understand if...
She doesn't understand thoughts?
Each leaf will tell her.
Patience is the key.
Branching with thoughts.
Too many vines, trees, rocks, greenery.
But such a beautiful place to retreat to.
One problem.
The path of clarity is hard to find.
To rest in such greatness, but too much to handle at the same time.
Looking.
Searching.
Out.
The tallest tree she can't even climb.
Not because of the height.
It just won't let her.
She doesn't understand the path of thoughts.
It's never ending.
Leading to so many possibilities.
Left. Right. Up. Down. In.
Out.
How can she understand what to understand if...
She doesn't understand thoughts?
Each leaf will tell her.
Patience is the key.
The 'Queen' that Jah meant for her to be
Her pieces of peace.
Her freehand of freedom.
Most importantly,
The womb of her womanhood.
Her skirt,
It covers what could be beauty.
From her waist to her ankles,
Or is that just the life she has chosen.
The scarf wrapped around her head,
A symbol of wisdom.
The wisdom of the earth she keeps within.
The man she calls 'King' is who she serves her love on a platter to.
But is she happy?
A woman of Jah is called a 'Queen' for a reason.
To live her life on a throne,
But be accepted as she is.
A skirt.
A scarf.
Part of the lifestyle indeed.
But unknown if it's part of her.
Jah created the term 'Queen' to let her be.
She let's down her hair,
And dresses with the comfort of her heart.
She is now free.
Her freehand of freedom.
Most importantly,
The womb of her womanhood.
Her skirt,
It covers what could be beauty.
From her waist to her ankles,
Or is that just the life she has chosen.
The scarf wrapped around her head,
A symbol of wisdom.
The wisdom of the earth she keeps within.
The man she calls 'King' is who she serves her love on a platter to.
But is she happy?
A woman of Jah is called a 'Queen' for a reason.
To live her life on a throne,
But be accepted as she is.
A skirt.
A scarf.
Part of the lifestyle indeed.
But unknown if it's part of her.
Jah created the term 'Queen' to let her be.
She let's down her hair,
And dresses with the comfort of her heart.
She is now free.
I did not write this
It was her.
Dark hair, fair skin.
A free hand and a black pen.
She thinks like me.
A mind like the sky.
Layers and layers of sunshine, rain and clouds.
She has a heart like mine.
With the colours of the rainbow.
Framed in gold.
Her soul resembles mine.
It sings.
Not too soft, never loud, and never for anyone but herself.
Perhaps if I tap her on the shoulder.
Maybe then, she will step back into my being.
Dark hair, fair skin.
A free hand and a black pen.
She thinks like me.
A mind like the sky.
Layers and layers of sunshine, rain and clouds.
She has a heart like mine.
With the colours of the rainbow.
Framed in gold.
Her soul resembles mine.
It sings.
Not too soft, never loud, and never for anyone but herself.
Perhaps if I tap her on the shoulder.
Maybe then, she will step back into my being.
Reading Behind Your Eyes
I read your eyes because for you words are not enough.
The story is more interesting in a pretty, brown font.
Your leaf-like shape shows me 3 types in you:
Listening,
Solving, and,
Happiness.
Up, down, side to side.
Those movements of your face will not hide the gateway you pretend not to have.
I see the mirror to your soul,
Reflecting,
Thought after thought.
I prefer to move straight to the doorway of your heart.
I'd find the words you've searched so long for.
Push it straight up to your empty vocal chords,
Releasing words that only I can hear.
This would be a routine that I would gladly repeat.
Living in a moment where blinking is an outrage,
Because every instant of focusing lost is a word unseen.
From my eyes to yours.
The story is more interesting in a pretty, brown font.
Your leaf-like shape shows me 3 types in you:
Listening,
Solving, and,
Happiness.
Up, down, side to side.
Those movements of your face will not hide the gateway you pretend not to have.
I see the mirror to your soul,
Reflecting,
Thought after thought.
I prefer to move straight to the doorway of your heart.
I'd find the words you've searched so long for.
Push it straight up to your empty vocal chords,
Releasing words that only I can hear.
This would be a routine that I would gladly repeat.
Living in a moment where blinking is an outrage,
Because every instant of focusing lost is a word unseen.
From my eyes to yours.
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