HER BEAUTIFUL STORY

She is more of a goddess than most
Her perfect physic and the skin of an african queen
You are masterpiece,a priceless work of art
I just stare for if I touch I may destroy
Her state of majesty is one for the books
Her distance is one to be missed
She is art in the finest
She is much more than I could say

My hands grow strong as my mind drifts into dream
I see you now,vivid and true
Standing in the presence of thousands and yet taking every stare away
My dark skin queen, gem of a writers believes
I float in the sea of disbelief, refraining from asking you too much
Am just a man dreaming to being a bigger man

In the evening I seat and light up a sliff,pull out my phone and stare at your physic
I want to know you even before we speak
I want to understand what makes you unique
Like a beautiful sunrise I wait patiently for you every morning
As you cut through the dark that engulfs the night
From a distance you look like blessed hope

I feel your presence when you finally rise

Your rays bring light all around

You Africa queens, child of the mother land

A beautiful story she is

Model........ Flowerrmama

Assist.......almasi

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Boy please

When I say go it's a free fall, nobody try to be a hero We only die ones so we live slow Praying that our days will be long Like an orgasm I want it all for my bros Die alone or we all getting that glow See me somewhere above this zeros Am getting tired of always being broke Looking for assurance in this heros But they got less than nothing to offer though It's going down in my room, don't come around if you ain't a freak hoe Music our daily bread Mary j our only scent Not been on my knees for the last decade Getting this money in any means necessary My last moments will be a bullet to the head or a girl on my....... = Images from pinterest

Lost frequency

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Edna's smile

Blessed are beautiful, the glass is always greener on their side To those with art on their whole, the world falls for you daily, We are strange beings entangled in a story of love and betrayal Looking into each other for answers, finding uncertainty and pain We are the rare breed placed to bring difference in this revolving place They might never get our ways so we strive to make our presence felt We stand half emply , veins running cold of red roses I wish we could pretend that we never felt, that it never hurt when Tinkerbel left Always so close to the finish line, almost at the end of it all 🔹 Do we deserve to be happy, do we deserve all we go through So young yet always in panic Maybe it's just the Kenya we are living in now Where they sleep tight knowing they murdered families, killed mothers in the name of pride At a point of giving up on humanity, if God was reality it would be raining fire Walking away in silence, leaving it to karma With a blunt I rolled up...

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