Inner Beauty

If the sex lasts longer than your conversation,

You will soon reach stagnation.

When your lower lips relinquish more than your oral lips,

Baby he called your bluff and you lost more than just your chips.

See, you were hoping for eloping, when that didn’t happen, that nightly nigga was just your way of coping.

Why is it that you let him penetrate EVERYTHING, but your mind?

Get someone who can excavate and you will find

Under that rocky surface is a Diamond to be mined

But you erode every time someone says, “hey, you got nice behind”

Every guy will be the same when you fish for the same kind,

Putting on the same line, tossin out the same bait

How can you expect a different fate?

Maybe, just stop fishin, I mean you’re tryna catch “real”…by using a reel..

It isn’t something you can manufacture,

Isn’t something you can simply try to capture.

It attempt to cultivate, you look past one significant factor

It isn’t out there growing in the pasture

Your mind and heart need alignment, see your chiropractor

And now You’re stuck in a complicated situation,

you love him then you hate him and there’s constant irritation.

But then you want space, but then you miss his face, all the while there’s gradual dissipation.

YOU, are the queen of manipulation

You wanna know what Real is, allow me to give you a demonstration

Just do what your heart commanded,

It’s not the façade Instagram and facebook has aimlessly branded

Rather it’s being true to you, without being self repriman-did

Stop worrying about what the last man-did

That emotional isolation has left your heart stranded

And now you’re harvesting the seeds that you have planted

Not happy with what you see in the crops so now your view is slanted

Looking elsewhere for what you want so you go and get yourself implanted

There you go fishing again

This time with a bigger hook,

Hoping someone will take a second or third look,

I mean it’s hard not to when every crease, crevice, and nook

Has been filled with silicon and gook.

Your zeal to be Real, somehow got lost in translation

You misconstrued Real for appeal

More concerned with how others feel,

So now it’s your morals that you conceal.

What a shame… because you have so much inner beauty to reveal.

-T