p3RFeCt IMPERFECTIONS

Perfectly made by God. My shape, my hair, my curves, my thighs. Every mole perfectly placed where it’s supposed to be. I won’t give in, I won’t change it, No way, not me. My soul is as pure as its supposed to be. Took my name at birth and built an identity. I will live free. Independent of you trying to change me. I will find peace. Your chess piece, I refuse to be. My nose, toes, lips, and cheeks, I won't critique. I won't paint my face. My natural beauty, I choose to embrace. My wrinkles idicate my pain within, where my smiles have been. No, i wont give in. My pErf3ct ears and eyes All protect me from your wicked lies. Your, selfhatred cries. You, want me under the knife. Wanna feed me your way of life. Trying to keep me down. You, hope to see me frown. I won’t give in. No way, not I. Because MY imperfections, were made perfectly. Placed exActly where they were supposed to be.

Four Letter Word

Go on, run along
I’m Not ready for you yet,
Don’t know who you are yet,
Not sure if I can handle you yet,
Couldn’t be loyal to you yet,
Can’t open up to you yet,
Don’t wanna share a thing with you yet,
You’re too strong
Mentioned in too many songs
Done too many wrong. so,
go on, run along
I Got too much on my plate,
Don’t need a temporary mate,
Not ready to open up the gate,
Soul mate.
I won’t stress myself over you
I got plenty time for you
You,
Will never be overdue
You,
I won’t leave feeling blue
You,
I plan to give my all to
My heart to. So,
Go on, run along
I’m back to square one
not yet strong
I don’t know where you belong
To my one, and only
Deep in your eyes,
Fearing the thought
of being
Lonely