The heart of a canopy lives inside of an imagination that a mind couldn’t find. We’ve got it all figured out, when we’re dressed in a suit and tie and nearly 6 ft deep.

A distant lover. Is she having an unfailing desire to a lover's lasting promises? Maybe the shattered frame will fall and the picture will break apart no matter how full it seems..

If we believe without seeing, then we can aspire value before false gods become demeaning. A torn soul is constantly fed treason and sinister decision seeking, when we stop our scripture reading!

Wonderland Lo’, I met a wonderful brand, Lo’, Her name was? Well, who knows? Who knows Lo’, Better than, The “chee” (say it with an ‘s’), Better than a Dye-cheeka-kore. You are my, core, Lo’..rise soon babydoll…you’ll come again and I’ll be just..you know..behind an open door.

See what one glass does, when the body rejects it. As I see what my mind sworn, when God corrects it. If only my man knew, he was the apply to my rye. And the bun in my oven beneath my pulsing eye. Oh heavens, forget it.

I dream of you. In times, where there’s, nothing left of you, but a single drop of tear, it may flood the gates. And then I begin to think, that I, remember.

Not quite the Cinderella story, but it’s fitting. It makes sense. It could be true, and it could just happen again. Just maybe.

I could write a book on just how we met alone. The spinning wheel, on this day, spent on me, and you told Papa I was a goal driven wreath. So I’m here to bring you luck, but this time I left no room. I left no room for no “‘til deaths do us apart” because I ain’t dying too soon.

Some days my dreams scare the living soul out of me, and some nights I can't wish away. To be privileged in a long traveled village with no scams and no shacks; to be a aging black woman in a beautiful castle with nothing but the world to lack.

If you cover your face with both hands long enough, then you might as well keep them there. These hands aren't no use touching another soul, another single living body. With these hands that I place below my feet, I too, don't want to breathe. There's light in the shadows, but shadow, don't you get to tracing me.