KHALILAH YASMIN©

Letters to the World; From the World.

“Perfection” ©

http://KhalilahYasmin.com

I wanted you to be my canvas,

I breathe art, philosophy, poetically …

And You wanted an ass to kiss, literally…

I want something deeper than something that wants to go deep IN me.
I want a connection, and nothing like what all the other men be
When they want the panties without the romancing,
The grinding without the perpetual dancing.

I want the fairy tale.
And I promise I will get it. I don’t believe in perfection, I believe we can split it.

‘Mr. Right’ may come before I am ready, ‘Mr Right Now’ is wrong-
‘Mr Happy Medium’ can have me.

Allow us to paint together and use one another’s brushes,
I want this to be stronger than any of my crushes

Ive lusted, and promise there’s a difference. To have love in the moment and love thats infinite,
A LIFE WITHIN IT By it I mean the air we breathe within each others kiss.
Upon one another lips not just another ass to kiss..
literally.

Because I see with the eyes that no one else can find,
I see within my soul, a girl like me, she sees with her mind.
While you think I’m blind and dumb witted, I’m paying attention and quick when I spit it
When I’m silent I’m observing the most,
And when Ive seized to exist, I don’t leave a ghost.

I want to be your lover, but your name is not Prince and I am not ‘cuming’
For you to know my screams in your psyche BEFORE I start humming

My theories may chase you away,

and though I don’t plan for forever,

I put a purpose to my today… so if you want to stay…

I’m sure within this subliminal only few will get it.

I don’t believe in perfection… but I believe we can split it.

“Missed” Khalilah-Yasmin
I don’t miss you, I miss who you pretended to be,
and since pretending isn’t real- I miss nothing at all.

I haven’t changed my number,  yet subconsciously wait for your call.

You see, I thought I was a dreamer, until my dream was deferred.
I thought I was a poet, until your presence created my words.

But if that was your representative, imitation of what you knew I wanted to see,
I cannot miss ‘YOU’ and who you pretended to be.

But I miss me.  I miss me before I knew that my dream could exist,
I miss being naive, I miss me being kissed.

A sincere embrace that now has become a mirage,
the colored stain glass now a tainted collage.

I thought I was awake, but I realize it was a dream,
and even in my nightmares I’m forbidden to scream.

My mouth is open, yet silent,

my body shaking like thunder.  Violent-ly…

I don’t miss you…  I guess I miss me.

This is partially inspired by my own life and thoughts. Yet, I had some inspiration from a paper that I am doing for class….

Letters to the World, From the World…
“Let me be ME” © 2009 Khalilah-Yasmin

Yay for gays, piercings, tattoos, interracial love, nudists, universalism, freedom of thought/speech, blood and liberalism.

For being yourself, giving no shit about opinions. For men that love ONE woman, and a woman that loves one man. For he who doesn’t fear being seen holding my hand.

For being disease free and knowing your status, Yay for telling the truth and daring someone to complain about it!

Yay for wearing skulls, bones, and skater shoes, pleasing myself instead of failing at pleasing you.

Dressing how I am, instead of how you think I should be.

Being yourself instead of what the world thinks you could be.

Yay for living life by your own rules. For being true to you and not fussing with fools.

For being born to speak poetically. For leaving you because you rather I speak pathetically. IDIOT.

For having enough esteem to simply do me. For being happy with my eyes instead of what YOU See.

For being called a “Bitch” because my body is sacred, for being called promiscuous if you choose to leave your house naked.

For being an original version of yourself instead of an imitation of the friend-emy. For being motivated by determination instead of fueled by envy.

Yay for you, and being whomever you want to be in this world,
for being a boy, even if you were born a girl.

Yay For being skinny, tall, big, or petite,
for not being jealous of another for how they look or weep.

For comparing yourself to none, but who you were yesterday,
for, …. me, and allowing these words that I say.

for saying NO to oppression, especially that which you do on your own,
for allowing a stranger’s vision to leave your mind blown.

For being fearless, and making them afraid,
for being unique when they call me strange.

For living in the moment, that is fleeting each day,
For being who YOU are, whether you’re happy or gay.

Yay for being able to find a solution or stop complaining.
For seeing the sun in your mind even when it’s raining.

Express and be, who you see yourself as..
Be the moment, and do not let anything pass..

By you, write your own story, live your own tale,
create your own Heaven instead of living in Hell.

Yay for being happy with your got damn self,
to being your own best friend.
Living by this philosophy:
“do you, fuck them, thee end “.

Letters to the World: From the World…

“How to be a bitch”
©Khalilah Yasmin
http://khalilahyasmin.com

You silence me when you think I’ve said too much,
yet I’m a bitch if you reach and I don’t want your touch.
A bitch when I’m honest instead of telling a lie,
I’m typical when I have emotion and start to cry.
I’m too deep because you’re too shallow to understand,
You think I’m strange and failed to realize I don’t give a got damn.
I entered this universe on this trip with one goal this time,
I’m going to live for me, cause my life is MINE.

I’m needy if I show you that I love you too much,
yet I’m a bitch if I scowl because you forced your hand’s touch.

I’m a fag, I’m a dyke, because you don’t see things the same,
you’re a commi, you’re a dick, and you’re all the same.
I’m a freak, if I speak descriptively in erogenous terms,
I’m a prude if I decide that I don’t want your germs.

I’m going to hell because I do not believe in “your” God,
I’m a heathen if I believe in spirituality and think religion is odd.

I’m too sweet when ran over by a certain type of man,
I have class, and I do not want your ring on my hand.
A bitch when I’m honest when you’d rather I lie,
a good girl gone better and I’ll tell you why;

You broke me to the bottom with your ignorance and hate,
I rose a new person, impervious to adversity late.
Ashamed I once was to be considered too strong,
until your words made me weak, and lasted too long.
If strong is a bitch, then that is to you who I will be,
when you see me lifting mountains, and flying freely.

I may not be wealthy, but with much I am rich,
I thank you sincerely for teaching me “HOW- TO- BE -A-BITCH“.

     K~Y Thought of the Day: “Why are you Single”? 

Ladies and Gentleman.  Single and Taken.  Cheating and Faithful…  I’m sure it’s been said to you a time or two at some point in your life…  The infamous annoying question; “Why are you single”?

 

If you are trying to engage in conversation with a young lady, one of the last things to do would be to ask a question that implies some sort of insult or lack of relationship capabilities?  Are we not supposed to be single at some point in our lives to find a better understanding of what we want or what we do NOT WANT?  Why is it the plague to be single anymore?  Have the Pretty Ricky, R.Kelly, and Atlantic Starr songs made us think that in order to be desirable we need to go from relationship to relationship with no gap in between? 

When in a relationship, I give A LOT if not TOO MUCH of myself as I’m sure many of you do.  And I am ALL FOR RELATIONSHIPS.  I think it is great when two people that are MUTUALLY into one another can connect monogamously and grow together.

 

I also, however, believe it necessary to be single for a while.  We have to know who we are before we can accept another person.  We do not complete one another, we complement one another.  WE are a whole person by ourselves.  I for one LOATE the question because THIS IS MY FIRST TIME SINGLE~  Let me enjoy my low blood pressure, my lusting over Ryan Reynolds, my stalker free lifestyle, weaning out the idiots while enjoying the AMAZING, not having a curfew, not being questioned about ANYTHING EVER. 

If a woman is CONSTANTLY in a relationship and flirting enough for you to engage in a lot of extra-curricular conversation with SINGLE men… then my dear, THAT is the woman that you need to be weary of.  Not the one who is FINALLY BROKEN FROM SATAN’s LAIR.  Perhaps that was harsh?   So what my friends and I may have nicknamed an X of mine “Massa” because I was not allowed to even talk on the phone in his presence or pee without permission.  SO yes, I’m single.  I enjoy Khalilah right now.  I love Khalilah right now.  I am finding out who I am and will never let anyone else define me. For me to commit to someone now would be unfair to them  and myself.   I do not go out a lot or feel the need to FIND a man.  I like having friends, acquaintances and  people that genuinely care for me. Time for ourselves is needed. I consider it a bit of a psychological dependency if there is a person; man or woman, that is constantly in relationships.

 

For more information on better pick up lines; even Notorious B.I.G. had a decent amount of ‘game’. : “As soon as he buy that wine, I just sneak up from behind and ask you what your interests are…  things that make you smile, what numbers to dial…”.  

Proverbs 18: 22: He who finds a wife finds a good thing. And obtains favor from the LORD.

 

So I’m not looking for a man.  A man is looking for me. I’m enjoying life and letting things happen NATURALLY!   So why am I single?  Because you’re asking all the wrong questions… 

 

Take TIME for YOU.    Love, K~Y

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