I gotta question for you...I want to know you
Not just the physical, sexual side, but the real you
I want to know what makes you laugh, smile, what makes you sad, what makes you cry
I want to delve into everything that lies deep inside.
I want to know your heart, what makes it beat
I want to your fears, what makes you afraid
I want to know you insecurities, what makes you weak
I want to know your personality, what makes you unique.
I'm not a dopeboy on the corner or a pimp trying to abuse you
I'm not a thief trying to steal anything from you
But I am young black man that respects the very being of a woman
And I'm not using my lyrical savvy just to boast.
Instead, I'm using these words to reveal another side of me, my sensitive side, my inner beauty
In hopes that you will show your inner beauty, your sensitive side
And that you realize that I don't want to know you because of your looks or material possessions
But I want to know you, the whole you, the real you.
Who are you?
This is the question that plagues my mind Just as you wanna know who I am....
You may have many questions about me, but time will reveal everything about me to you.
Then there shall be no confusion, misguidance, or misdirection
But I only have one question; can I know you?
YOU ARE READING
Through my PEN.....
PoetryJust letting my thoughts flow from this Pen to the Paper....