Pretty lady

Silky cognac colored skin

eyes tinted like wheat fields, with green peas in the center

hair braided so tightly, I can see what she's thinking

I use to call her baby

but a woman is who she is now

chasing rainbows , trying to squeeze out skittles,

but her sweetness is her insides, but she rejects it

Those bony tattooed shoulders

enjoy carrying the world

I think it makes her feel relevant when I am not able to,

she is a woman in her eyes, but forever my little girl

Who taught her how to smoke that?

the only thing I ever hit hard was the gym.... and a few men

Why does she think thats sexy if a man can stomp tears out of her dreams?

Family influence may not always be a good thing, since we are being honest

She know the bible better than I do

but for some reason, she only reads it in tongues without translation

and I could never sweep her with the judgment broom, because I made her

and she is still one of God's greatest creations

I know that she was born to bring peace to the nations

to color silver on the stardust and that her work will be  a vacation;

What she dont seem to process

is that Ive been her age before

I know that windows crack sometimes when opened

and that booby prizes sit behind some closed doors

I know that 18 looks like a lifetime, because she hasnt lived it before

I also know that she is protected, Agape favor that means her soul is not for sale

and that Im a shareholder of her heartbeats, so despite her determination

She will never own real estate in Hell/

We share the same heart

our DNA has  a  special coding strand

its much greater than the madness that attracts her

and much stronger than the sexiest choice of man

We share the same heart

and when she skips a beat

I jump right in and share my spirit

so she can keep thinking shes riding solo

Thump

Thump...