Book of Poetry

Food

I would tell you the truth

But you might whine

Along with the clock that's moving ticking time

I cherish you I do

But being direct is me but who knew

I'm always kind-hearted, I don't try to be

that is me and all you see

See I take ahold of what could of been and make it to what it is

Captions at shit to me neither is labeling

But they label me

Gay

Lesbian

Bi-sexual

No where near heterosexual

Like I'm a creep in the streets when all I ask for is peace

Time is giving but we mess it up by throwing it in the air like it's spinning

And all along this could of been reversed but by the way you broadcasted yourself you ended up in a curse

The cursive words that scream profanity and juvenile phrases.

You fight against it but it only tries to mold you.

Yet you let it fall into ya mind set thinking that is the mold you

You created and that's you, but only if you get it past your mind that you unfold to , to see that it ain't you but a disguise

And the eyes of the weakness let alone your weak mess. That's try'na hold you back

And you let it.

Words of creation

Food for your thoughts

You take it like a penny don't hold it you just toss

When if you gave it a chance you would see that, that penny was your last result

Helping you , to guided you for the more frugal way because your pocket book holds a dollar

And the baggage is full of the money because you steer away from people's thought.

Because you're scared to see what people actually think of you.

Realize the real eyes of your hope and expectations

Something your young mind doesn't grasp.

I told you the truth

Just continue to whine

Like that clock on your life

Moving ticking time.

Not everything in life should fall together and rhyme

Especially when you're not together from the grind.