I’m Black, I read Books, and I Know Shit.
A Poet of many forms. Black Royalty. A king uncrowned.
let’s see if this works. Will tag you in it once I’m finished.
Please make sure I can find your face under a tag or click through. I can’t draw you if I can’t find your face.
Sounds like fun!
o yea the 90s. the 90s were great. fuckin sick. raw as hell. learning how to speak. crying for no reason. shitting in my diaper
When I think of you the most cliche of metaphors appear ,
like my dear you my star to the sky but it never fully describes you ,
cause your more than a star you enlighten earth your my sun ,
every angle just as bright as the last ,
I know some moon is jealous your focused on earth ,
I’ve been staring for a while now I’m willing to commit forever ,
yes that’s until we both perish lady I’ll cherish every smile ,
hair flip and hip switch ,
let’s live now not reminisce at the same time make that moon jealous .