Run Them Fingers

Through my hair, I don’t care

No wigs or loose weaves

My tresses scream touch me please

Long soft strokes from the root to the end

Don’t be afraid I just had them trimmed

Passionate caresses along my hairline

I close my eyes and daydream from this heavenly divine

Sensation and moment at peace

So run them fingers baby, run them please

No wigs or loose weaves just the occasional oil or grease

Hair milk or po–mad

Cause my hairs gone mad

Wild and running. Curl here curl there

Straight out the shower, curls falling everywhere

But you don’t mind

I can tell by the way you take your time

To admire, touch, gently pull back

Just like that

So you can admire my essence and exquisiteness

My strength, splendor, and daintiness

So let them run anyway they want to go

Run them fingers baby, but run them slow

Covergirl

She wears makeup on her face

To hide the scars she can't erase

Holds her head up high

While deep down she cries

Cries because she has to wear makeup everyday

To hide those nasty dark marks that continue to stay

Stay on her beautiful brown skin

And make her only see her beauty from within

They tell her that she's beautiful inside and out

But her view is still darkened by these dark clouds

Dark clouds from way back when

When kids called her ugly way back then

Long time ago but those words still haunt her soul

They'll probably follow her around until she grows old

She's tried everything to make those marks go away

Nothing has worked so her M.A.C stays

Painted on her face, every single day

Want to know who's that girl?

She's the quiet student, the boyish looking girl

She may also be you, but she's me

I'm the covergirl

Leap

On many occasions I have claimed to be ready for love

Ready to feel love and to be loved

By a man who loves me for me

From the top of my head

To the soles of my feet

Through my good days, my bad days, my sexy days and even my bitchy days

By a man who can look past all my faults and flaws

Look past my forever growing list of requests and my constant gall

The audacity of me to say whatever comes to mind

Although I do so with eloquence and poise most of the time

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I recall saying that I’m ready for the days of infinite bliss

Those times where he will seal each day with a warm kiss

When his spirit will cause me to miss him even when he’s only in the other room

The days when we look forward to seeing and feeling how our love will bloom

From two naked seedlings with no roots, stems, leaves, petals or a story to tell

With each new day they will be nurtured and watered and the seedlings will swell

Into a beautiful flower with many petals and leaves each with a tale of its own

Accompanied by the intoxicating scent of real love to show how much we have grown

It causes us to get drunk and high off our love for us

The love where when we kiss, each of us feel through our bodies a quick rush

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I have also said that I am outfitted for the stormy days

The days that don’t make me smile but leave me in a brief daze

Although we don’t wish for them, I’m armed to deal with them

I am prepared if necessary to walk the green mile with him

I have my faith that we will make it through

My hope that each event will bring us closer and make us stronger

The wisdom to know that true love cannot be broken

And the sight to see that what we have is indeed true love

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I believe I possess the knowledge and maturity

And I know I’m ready to experience such an opportunity

To grow intimately with someone else

While getting to know them and learn more about myself

I don’t want to rush, good things time

I promise to be supportive, patient, and kind

But is this enough to prove that I am ready for love

I guess we’ll just have to wait and see

I’m standing on the edge preparing to leap.

Love please don’t let me fall.

I'm going all in.