I am just a woman , just skin & bone
Everybody compliments me on my beauty .
Asking me what I do and what I wanna be .
I type long list to make it seem like I do a lot
so I'm more appealing to the eye , when really I repeat the same things over again
but their brains are so closed they don't even realize .
I don't see what they see.
Hollowness I capture In my beauty
I have a face with no soul ,
and my poetry is a hollow ink tip, no words
I am just a woman , just skin & bone
I'm clever & yes I do believe that I can be anything .
I've never seen the side of happiness &
everybody think they know me , think they know what lies behind my eyes
When I really cry and let the pain stream blood from the creases down to my broken smile
But don't show me pity , don't embrace what I'm letting go , just let my words fly to the heavens so god can hear them loud & clear.
I shriek to the clouds on a bed of jasmine flowers , my toes mildly touch the sun , as if I've been kissed by a goddess and blessed with this brownskin .
Melanin
I am just a woman, just skin & bone
I've been compared to many but I just want to be 1 & that 1 is me.
It's only right poetic jazz cause when I speak my voice gives the boys butterflies & a blush at the cheeks .
I presume men find the scars between the knots in my hair where they feel the need to peel like oranges & leave the scraps for the next man to cement.
Life is what we make it, guess I'm more than I think I am
Omnipotent woman , and that woman is me .
