this a fly love piece pt.1

... it's only right

dedicated to my future dude

my muse's artistry is nothing like canvas. this week's sale at Target is more on point than his sometime's off logic. if the 10pm sky is black, than his soul must be a segregated colored. if his follicles were words, long and thick dictionaries and thesauruses would sprout from his scalp. trust i've seen unattended canine in neglected alleys, aggressive and passive, but no such thing exists in his newborn pup eyes. and with all the new car smells, it's funny that there's more freshness in the thrift store showers my baby soaks me with. i adore his POV, but i'm certain common sense has a stronger philosophy. i haven't bumped into Halle Berrys. my form is uniform from my new growth to nonexistent toe corns. seriously. but listen, my satisfying glass of passion fruit is just as sweet and chic than any 40 something icon or mixed beauty who's idolized ridiculously