Mirror, mirror, look at me
Look at me
Look at my face, first
My body last
You, replaceable, silver laced with glass
You can break
I can break too
I got dimples that resemble
My blackness
My temple
Facial bumps a symbol
To the toll on the mental
That I got into
Facial hairs flair
Some curl up and roll
And fold
Really wanted a body to hold
Sometimes they get cold
And forget to grow, some fall out like snow
My nose
Knows nothing
Like Pinocchio
It grows
Cuz I lie and I can’t trust my mos
Motives, I can’t write my own flows
Without guidance can’t even open doors
My eyes almost clowny, sad
Glad that I was fortunate to have dad
When someone taught me how to tie glad
Bags under them
They tired from everything they had
I rub them, cluttered with matters, I once had
My brain, escapes a subconscious
It’s got damage from punches
Like a boxer, focus on a small percentage
Of bunches
Smoke eats my cells like lunches
I try to reach out with schemes and lunges
My lungs……
Lung deadner
Wanna breath like hugh hefner
Forever
But eternity is a feather
It can fly away
And flow down sewers in stormy weather
Whateva stories the feather tells
In its letter
Is whateva
My mouth….
Well………well..well….uh…..uh…
Look at me
Look at my face, first
My body last
You, replaceable, silver laced with glass
You can break
I can break too
I got dimples that resemble
My blackness
My temple
Facial bumps a symbol
To the toll on the mental
That I got into
Facial hairs flair
Some curl up and roll
And fold
Really wanted a body to hold
Sometimes they get cold
And forget to grow, some fall out like snow
My nose
Knows nothing
Like Pinocchio
It grows
Cuz I lie and I can’t trust my mos
Motives, I can’t write my own flows
Without guidance can’t even open doors
My eyes almost clowny, sad
Glad that I was fortunate to have dad
When someone taught me how to tie glad
Bags under them
They tired from everything they had
I rub them, cluttered with matters, I once had
My brain, escapes a subconscious
It’s got damage from punches
Like a boxer, focus on a small percentage
Of bunches
Smoke eats my cells like lunches
I try to reach out with schemes and lunges
My lungs……
Lung deadner
Wanna breath like hugh hefner
Forever
But eternity is a feather
It can fly away
And flow down sewers in stormy weather
Whateva stories the feather tells
In its letter
Is whateva
My mouth….
Well………well..well….uh…..uh…