Let's

Let's put to pasture what we resuscitate,
by being able to give into the collection plate,
let those funds feed into our mistakes,
in chance that we are blessed to wash our sins away,
Let's be real,
Like the moist flower that pulsates between thighs of a woman who's hormones are outraged,
Let's be strong,
Like car doors that are butterflied, lift our first born to the sky, to hear that one noise when a baby cries,
Let's be parents,
Give guidance with no directions, in hopes that they know home, a place safe from opinions and deception,
Let's just be,
Here, now, you, me, us, we, together, complete,
One happy matrimony

Pandora's Box

She keeps her legs open, so she knows that someone's there.

A disaster of lusting for attention since no one cared to listen.

Daddy wasn't there to tell her her legs aren't a way to get a home.
So she craves for a lie to be told.

"I love u." "Your my only girl"

Like those are words she needs to hear for comfort.

She stands in a mirror decrypting lies of what men have said.
"Your ugly" "Your beautiful" "I hate you" "I love you"
These words sit in an empty bowl of ice cream, were her tears once met with a spoon to her lips.
A bitter sweet taste she devours.

Her walls of security broken down to how many sexual positions she can subdue to satisfy her man.
Downward dog was not a reference for her pup to go running loose in other's yards,
while she lays faced down blind, not to even see his paw,
She allows for him to cheat for that's all she knows,
A reality set on ice until the cork is popped off, and sipped on slow.
The warm sensation of another women scent drags over her body when they cuddle and kiss.
Its a pain that reigns strong on the milk cartons of missing daddies that never come home.