The hips of a pear
The bust of an apple
The waist of a banana
The complexion of a peach

Her skin glowing
Her lips bee-stung
Her eyes filled with colour
I can’t lose this view

Forever I will fight for her
Losing her I cannot bear
Her hand slips in mine
And sits comfortably

She is Bey
And I am Jay
She is Kim
And I am Ye

I could look at her all day
But time is slipping away
The sands of the hourglass
Flowing through the waist

Her hair getting greyer
But she’s still young to me
Her face getting wrinkled
But she’s still as beautiful

No matter who dies first?
I would like her to know-
No one else but her.
In heaven, she’s my only angel.

Leave it alone!
Let my poor heart rest
All it does is pump blood
It isn’t guilty of the accused.
It isn’t responsible
For my love,
For my heartbreak,
For my smile,
For my tears.
What did my poor heart
Ever do to you?
Just leave it alone
And let it find peace.

Why so ignorant?
Why so naive?
Why so blind?
You fill my eyes with fury.
Even though I feel this way,
My mindset, I shall not betray.
Because at the end of the day
What have you accomplished?
Homes demolished
Lives diminished.
You’ve scarred the young children,
Widowed the young women,
And caused regret for the old.
Where are our men?
In a pile in a forest.
Now tell me again,
What were you trying to accomplish?

Whatever it was,
You Lost.

You made it to my heart.
Where you found my art
But where is my love?
I swear it was here before.

You made it to my brain.
It was never very sane
But where are my emotions?
Must be on vacation.

You made it to my lips
Where every thought slips
But where is the truth?
I think I’ve lost touch with my roots.

You made it to my eyes
Where I’d seen many goodbyes
What about the ‘hello’s?
I’m sorry but, what are those?

You made it to my ears
I heard lies for so many years
But where are the sweet melodies?
I think they stopped once you left.

Are you constantly judged
Or do You know what You are and what You aren’t?

Are you an emotional wreck
Or can You control Your emotions as a normal being can?

Were you raised to impress men
Or were You raised to be virtuous and successful?

Are you dependent on a man
Or are You fully dependent on Yourself?

Are you seen as a minority
Or are You major in society?

Are you in pain when bringing new life
Or are You proud to be the only one suitable for the job?

Are your rights stolen from you
Or do You fight for them fiercely?

Do you ever think you are fat and ugly
Or do You know You are insanely beautiful?

Are you seen as an unhappy, bitter creature
Or are You a happy, strong and confident creature?

Are you the stereotypical definition of a woman
Or are You the Real definition of a woman?

You can’t smell
The roses that is my skin
You can’t taste
The berries that is my lips
You can’t touch
The pillows that are my thighs
You can’t see
Life behind my eyes
You can’t hear
The honey that is my words
Because for me to love you
Would be absolutely absurd.

Oh, she used to smile. That smile.
That smile that could light up the entire world.
That smile that could win a Nobel Peace Prize.
That smile that could make someone blind.
She was so happy; or was she?
That smile was her Mask.
Her way of hiding from the world.

She smiled that real fake smile.
That smile that could knock a boy off his feet.
That smile that could advertise Colgate.
That smile that could save the depressed.
Or was she the one who was depressed?

At night, that smile turns to a needle;
Pricking her everywhere.
Her lips, her arms, her thighs
but especially her eyes.
Each ***** and it bleeds.
Her eyes bleed tears but
her wrists bleed blood.

Now, her lips are sewn together,
Slow to bulge.
They ask her,
“Why don’t you smile anymore?”
She stares coldly at them,
Almost in a confused manner.
Then she answers them,
“You let me fall.”