There was this guy He had thick hair to cover his thick skull He had a close knit family A big one They welcomed me and loved me as if I was his Mrs. Already It was a sloppy and sweet love like Our sloppy and sweet sex It was immature and hard-headed Like a toddler and her play date We weren’t goin anywhere But Lord knows I tried to take him There was this other guy Who gave me a glimpse A taste Of some real love That let me make sure you haven’t spiraled into your seasonal depression even though we ain’t together That smack of passion on my ass as I throw it back while I’m in town like a throwback That sitting on your ass for hours as I go over your new growth with fresh fingers, excited to touch any part of you after months of no contact That love where we’d make it til your parents came home or I tapped out Whoever came first We’d make sure to come again And again And that love that has been growing since our monogamy died Since I killed it with my bare hands But then there was this girl After those two guys Whom I hadn’t noticed Yea I saw she was attractive and fun and ravaging and young But what I didn’t realize Was how much we’d have in common I didn’t realize how much she’d have my back I didn’t realize That I was the girl of my dreams
Become Concerned To whom this may concern Let me ask you When did you begin to become concerned Become consumed I mean really immersed Into your outside image When was the first time Just try to recall with me The absolute, first time you looked at your hands and noticed every line Every crevice and shape and wrinkle and hated your mother for giving them to you When you looked a little closer at your bright face and nose and decided it took up a bit too much space on your oily pre-pubescent face Or how about the time your breasts stopped being a first time budding and became a hassle You remember that baby Yea in some way you do But tell me this Do you remember the first time You chose to get a needle longer than your pinky Struck through your nose and replaced with a diamond stud That feelin, that glisten, that new rush of admiration Or the first time he held up ya chest while you rode him like a wild bull How you haven’t felt that freedom since childhood You remember how it felt to look at yourself after a full body rubdown with the smoothest shea butter known to man Untouched by man Too angelic for earth I could float away right then This body is pure bliss I get a reassuring kiss Right here, over there, between these and between those Don’t forget the encouraging spank back there Plus a lick on every inch of my skin Yea yea they let me know I’ve been shown loads of admiration But tell me what’s better than a self-proclamation I’m talkin leave the weak ones devastated When you realized your comfortability made others uncomfortable Your new found love of you The first time you decided to make The world yours and be your own planet at the same time You were able to compare and contrast and clearly conceive the idea that self-love and liberation were synonymous That you’d never accept the same treatment The same back burner Once you realized they weren’t healing you none