Back then your hair was smooth and long,
Now it's short and a little undone,
Loving you hasn't been a problem,
Since we both originated from Harlem.
My dreams are nothing like these acnes,
Which I think are distrubing and disgusting.
I dream of utopia when we have some kind of adjancency,
Why can't we both dream the same things we did as little kids.
You all grown and still beautiful,
I don't care if you don't shave your facial hair; I think it's wonderful.
You seem more like a man now
We don't hide the true intentions.. We just shout.
You and me together make a whole heart
But when we're separate, we each carry a heart necklace with a semi part...
By-Edianna Reyes