Dissonance mixed with assonance
Alliteration collaboration
I don't know what I'm saying-ation
But, baby this poem is for you
and I'll rhyme until I'm blue--in the face
hitting you with this grace
giving you all this face
Knowing that you want a taste--of what I can't give you
Because you're bad for me and I'm bad for you
And you can't connect the dots that'll bring us together
Just like I can't draw the line that will create the figure
But I'll color inside of the lines
4 for yellow 2 for brown 5 for red 7 for blue--Baby oh baby I'm so unconsciously, subconciously, dangerously in love with you
Or with the idea of you
Whatever it is--I don't care, but this poem is for you
And I hope you feel it all the way down to your toes like an org--oops I can't say things like that because you know what that feels like and I don't, and I don't want to be a coquettish virgin ho that makes you want to scream because you can't touch me orthispearlthatimholdingforwhoeverwinsitfirst
***breathe in...breath out***
This poem
This disaster
This wonderful masterpiece that you'll probablly never get a chance to read... is for you
YOU ARE READING
Nappy-Headed
PoetryCall it prose. Call it poetry. Call it hastily written words. Whatever you call it...enjoy it. Be saddened by it. Learn from it. Embrace it. Bask in it. These are words written by one woman for all women. You're beautiful. Smile. There is someone...
