KHALILAH YASMIN©

“As the piano played” © 2004

As he pulled my legs around his head,
I clenched the sheets off of the bed,
My body blushed 4 shades of red,
My body replied to what his mouth had said.
As my thighs rested on his shoulder,
I had multiple chills without getting colder…
If his X didn’t know, he shoulda told her
I coulda married his mouth and died at his shoulders.
As I bit HARD to my bottom lip
I thought with awe, “this man’s a trip”
He rolled his tongue across my hip
I threw back my arms as his body dipped.
As he slipped inside, my body whippp creamed
Like his eyes were sun rays; I melt with each beam…
Was it the FULL moon or some wet tranquil dream
Because my legs flew up when I silenced my scream.
I wanted more, I must’ve came too soon.
I laid in his arms, my roses had been bloomed,
I floated away on his balloon…
As the piano played, in the other room.

“KARMA” Written By Khalilah Yasmin

You’re a born asshole and I fuckin hate you,
I wish 8, 9, 10, niggas would hold you down and rape you.
Then cut you, …and pour gasoline in all your orifices
This once sweet girl has now gone thru metamorphosis
I’m bad now, I’m evil, and I wish A MUTHA Would-
go toe to toe with you now, I betchu I could.
I sent your ass roses, and never got a damned flower,
licked you in secret places, and got wild in the shower.

BUT FOR WHAT?  For you to be ungrateful, and throw at me SHIT,
My Good Karma did me no good, if this is what I get.
Got me in the grocery store on the phone swearing,
had me in the hospital dehydrated, that’s how much I was caring,
crying myself to sleep, lack of food and didn’t want to eat.
You were the wolf when I was the sheep!
You made me think you loved me, I fell for that shit
My good Karma did me no good, if YOU were what I’d get.
As the gasoline burns thru your orifices, and your insides are swole
I throw my lit blunt, cheers to you, fuckin ASSHOLE!

“The End” ©Khalilah Yasmin 2008
I can’t make you take me places, or introduce me to your family-
I can’t tell you that you are supposed to do these things gladly.
I cannot make you feel guilty, or give you “those eyes”…
I can’t make you understand, the disappointment you gave with your lies.
I cannot make you show up, when you say that you’ll come,
I can’t get back those years, when we should have had fun.
I can’t tell you we have so many things in common, and so much to share,
I cannot get mad at you anymore, though you treat me unfair.

I won’t wait anymore, I will move on after this,
I won’t tell you about all that you will miss.
I won’t cry, I won’t need to reflect after I write,
I waited for you to show up, for the last night.

I wanted to know you, you’ll never know what you had.
And I’ll never know, what it means to have a real DAD.

“Because?” ©Khalilah Yasmin 2008
Just because I’m beautiful doesn’t mean I’ll keep YOUR attention.
and maybe I say things that are interesting, but nothing you want me to mention.
Just because I think with my heart and have an open mind…
doesn’t mean when I’m lost, you will come to find…
Me, Just because you think I’m stupid, doesn’t mean that you’re right,
just because you showed up, doesn’t mean I’ll wait up tonight.

And Maybe, I’m not perfect, like you remind me, they all were,
Just because I’m here, doesn’t mean you’ve rid your heart of her…
And them, but the moment I saw YOU I let go of him,
and every memory before you- desperately wanting to earn you love just because I adore you-

Just because you did everything before me, I am neglected,
My heart open naked, I crowned you an angel before I was protected.

Just because I’m gifted, pretty and smart,
I’ve learned doesn’t guarantee me the keys to your heart.
Because I’ve found in the words and sharp stabs that you take,
that just maybe I tremble, when I was supposed to shake.
I only jumped 3 feet, and you were looking for four,
I was good enough for Most, but you constantly seek out much more.
Just because I’m not perfect, like you tell me they all were,
Maybe, you just don’t love me, because I’m not her.