a short poem dedicated to my best friend and younger sister. |
oh lord there she go... struttin like a lioness on a mission, a mission of attention, with your head held so high your hair gets tangled in the stars, skin so dark like night itself but shines in any light, and you radiate that heat like the sun so bright. man i hope we can always be tight just so i can marvel in your beauty your stature your powerful outlook on eternity, but the calmness in your glare keeps people mesmorized by your stare while your dreams run high and kiss the sky... so go head and fly like you always wanted to, but...wat keeps you back? other people hurt your pride, push you to the side, forget your love, and drown in selfishness. they dont see what i see in you. Sheeba...queen of the desert, her dignaty never gets her hurt, her name never dragged thru the dirt, but praised always. Zai of power, Zai of might strike fear in all who fight, dont take lip from nobody, in spite of who they are. a goddess of the sun from the land of Khemet the last of the sun kissed people with a genuine heart... but they tore your love apart. they hurt you from the start. I say fuck them right in the ear lol. they just talkin smack that you dont need to hear. their envy and spite should give you delight, just kuz they put up a fight dont mean you have to. they covet your love, despise your flare. so go head and give them a reason to stare. to hate and unappreciate your evoke.... Damn...them leos aint no joke |