When I mean I'm attracted to people of ALL races, I mean it.
(Africans, and black boys)
Black skin is thick and lush,
sensuous to the touch, like satin and velvet made flesh.
it felt like a luxury I shouldn't be able to afford.
What’s not pretty about the color of chocolate, the color of deep mahogany?
What’s not pretty about the color of polished ebony or rich brandy?
there's nothing more refreshing than smooth chocolate skin,
a joyous smile, full lips and sad eyes.
(Filipinos and dope asians)
Fat ass cheeks. Blade razor hair.
Chinky eyes, cut like diamonds. A mean scowl of excitement
It feels like a race that I know I can't win.
What's not pretty about the east orange burn of the sun?
What's not pretty about the yellow tan of a daisy?
(White boys)
Vanilla cream, narrow cheek bones.
Waves ocean galore eyes, my favorite color a piercing blue.
Cold weather makes it white, scorching summer makes em' tan.
:)
HighRise.
Contrary to popular belief:
I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
