I

She was of light brown skin

Soft, phat lips

A cute chubby face

And an ego da size of her bum

She was Nubian-like

Very sophisticated and inlove wit her smile

“I WOULDN’T PASS A MIRROR WITHOUT LOOKIN AT I”

She was poetic in every sense

Even her curvaceous thighs recited something deep about life

Every man who understood beauty wanted to make her his wife

Thoughts ran deep

“Must be the life in her eyes…”

“No, probably the nudity in her voice”

“Naaa, the way she pouts her lips”

He’d look at her and be left speechless

The look in her eyes stole the words from his tongue

She had da personality of a bee
She left a buzz in everyone’s mind

She was everything you knew and Understood but couldn’t explain

She was an angel with caution signs everywhere

SHE…

SHE IS I

(Written August 2008)

“You Define Your Own PERFECT” – @miss_concept

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Suitcases packed with broken dreams

Your perceptions of the world we inhabit have been altered

Thus everything is no longer what it seemed

Broken hearts displayed in galleries everywhere

Yes, humans paint self-portraits in tears

Indignant souls screaming for attention

Deep crooning with heads bowed down in shame

Visible seclusion from the world

Without even looking twice you know the story because you’ve walked that path

What was excitement yestermorn

Has been taken advantage of

Molested by jJdgment and produced offsprings called Regret

Not strong enough to abort such, you learn to stomach the brat that keeps kicking you in your crop

Pain has become one with you

Blame is all you know how to do

Forgetting that the state you’re in today was a choice you made yesterday

The world is what you thought it would be

You just didn’t give it enough time to show you

Like a fool, you rushed in
And just as quickly you got kicked out

Life is not a race, its a walk in the park on a cool summer night

“You Define Your Own PERFECT” – @miss_concept

I Lost Myself (Confessions Of A Hoe)

I LOST MYSELF

I lost myself in blue jeans of a light skinned brother I met at a club in Rosebank last year
Swept me off my feet
Bought me a few drinks
Whispered sweet nothings in my ears
Took me home
Undressed me
Unzipped his pants
And I got lost in them

I lost myself in purple skinny jeans
Of a good looking and trendy brother I met in newtown a week after
Swept me off my feet
Bought me a few drinks
Whispered sweet nothings in my ears
Took me home
Undressed me
Unzipped his pants
And I got lost in them

I lost myself in rugby shorts after a rugby match
To a buff and physically perfect brother who
Swept me off my feet
Bought me a few drinks
Whispered sweet nothings in my ears
Took me home
Undressed me
Unzipped his pants
And I got lost in them

I lost myself in foreign and local pants
Lost myself in pants of all races
Pants of all ages
Some pants in cars
Some in hotel rooms
Some in weird homes
Some in bathrooms
Pieces of me scattered everywhere
I lost myself

And you wonder why I’m a different person everytime you talk to me

I LOST MYSELF

“You Define Your Own PERFECT” – @miss_concept

It Could Only Get Worse

They pollute the mind of the young
Today is depressed by it’s survival
And Tomorrow dreads its own arrival
Cause it could only get worse

They host revivals
Revivals that encourage negativity
Revivals that support prejudice
Where artificial intelligence is a trend
Where you dress up to please the viewer
And young girls spread legs to add value to their worth
And hide their insecurities behind stunners and pink lip stick
Hide their pain underneath expensive clothing
And attempt to walk tall with Loubitin’s they bought in the JHB CBD
Yes, today is still suicidal
And tomorrow keeps postponing its arrival
Cause it could only get worse

They hide their brains under what they call Brazillian weaves
Yet they wonder why men don’t see them as african queens
Starve themselves and collapse in classrooms
Deprive themselves from watching cartoons
Sacrifice studying for an exam to watch and imitate a Kardashian
They are Black but try hard to be Caucasian

And my mother asks:
“Child, is this the freedom I fought for?”
With headphones in my ears I failed to hear her properly
She questions her parenting skills and wonders how she could’ve raised me so sloppily
I’ll do right tomorrow
But tomorrow is skeptical of its arrival
And today dreads its own survival
Cause it will only get worse

“You Define Your Own PERFECT” – @miss_concept