BubbsPoetry

God didn't make a mistake when he made us, yet they try to arrange us. Like a room when they are looking for something new, But we are not objects to get treated as property. Only looking at the surface, As if our greatest treasures aren't within. But I guess they are ignorant to the melanin. As they use colored to mock us, Yet their souls are tainted, Painted. Black as coal as they say, As it only burns on command. Cause they never learned to love themselves. So they treat others with the hate they have for themselves. Never understanding true beauty, And it's a shame, Cause God don't like ugly. Yet like crabs in a bucket they try to bring us down, While we look in the mirror, They turn off the lights. Screaming bloody Mary, As they try to take our innocence, When we've always looked up to Mary. Never liking to see our light, But God lives within us. Our happiness is something we can't let them have. Don't let your soul be tainted....

B.E.A.U.T.Y Being the best me I can be. Beyond everyone's expectations. And not boasting, Because God keeps me humble. And I beware the haters, as they try to beat my pride. B.E.A.U.T.Y Existing in excellence, Exhibiting strength that surpasses tons. Enriching my heart with goodness, Emptying the negative, that has no right living within. B.E.A.U.T.Y Acknowledging that I am not perfect, Yet arranging to be, At least close. And as God resides in me, He begins to administer and assist me into empathizing and loving me. So I can learn to love others. B.E.A.U.T.Y Understanding others. Utilizing my talents in my unique way. Making myself useful and even when I'm unsure. More than usually I keep pushing. And for those that are unappreciative, I smile and keep doing right. B.E.A.U.T.Y Taking the time to travel the world. Even when it's in my own backyard. Truthfully giving back, with no hopes of anything in return. Thoroughly evaluating my temple, ...

I say his name more than I say Hi. So now those that haven't even gazed upon his eyes, Know that they're dark brown, and low. His skin is as golden as fresh baked cookies. And as smooth as fresh churned butter. His smile is as refreshing as sweet tea on a hot day. And his voice, a melody to my heart. Yet I'm over here singing the blues. Cause in realty he is Ivy. Poison to my world. A door.. And he leaves me open, As thieves try to let themselves in. While he won't even walk through. He is the rain, cloud over my head Leaving me wet. The sun as he brightens my day. Candy for my sweet tooth, A cavity.. Having too much, leaving me in pain. Just so that he can be my Oral B. Order in chaos.. The tears when I laugh too hard. The introduction to my conclusion. The motivation as soon as I'm about to give up. The hello to when I'm ready to say goodbye. The oxy to my moron.

Be careful before she softens your heart. With no preparation. So you kick your sympathetic into overdrive, and run and throw your heart into the freezer. Because you think that it'll be easier. Then to deal with the warmth of her love. Cause see you were born in the winter, so you would rather add on layers. Then to be stripped of everything that you have. And for that she is the epitimy. Leaving you naked. Eve reborn. Leaving you only as an atom. With an Adam's apple, as it tightens your throat as you push back the tears. Because you weren't ready to handle a love like hers. And so you lay in bed missing her skin. So soft, like your heart that she has turned. No way to go back, unless you leave your heart in the freezer. Leaving you heartless, yet it still beats for her. She is destruction in the sweetest way. And you weren't prepared. You weren't careful.                  ...