A dark girls tears travel Faster down her face than ever when shes sleeping. How calm she is on the outside, praying that the appearance of a cool rivers face Would lead people to believe There was no raging hurricane beneath its surface. She never imagined that she A reincarnated deity with stars in her eyes brighter than any bling Remembering her true home in the gold of Nubias bosom Would be born through a teenage weed induced experiment And tossed into the frenzied waters of ghetto life Where she has to be as tough as shes not in real life Blank faced and cold hearted as she doesnt really feel but she Feels it necessary to never expect love in any form She stopped even wishing to be warm What was the point when shed lost her crown so long ago Nobody believes the Queen she thought she was born to be? Studious she is of the moon Wishing she could mirror its quiet regality Actually Wishing she could melt into its craters and Never again cry chocolate tears down cocoa cheeks To be greedily consumed by the world Who crowned her not...
Posted on: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 16:29:27 +0000