Damn, love or lust. Damn, all of us.
Give me a run for my money. Baby girl, when I look in the mirror, you know what I see? It’s more than “I’m pretty.” It’s more than..beauty. I know life can tell you otherwise. I know you may to go to other people to hear the things you don’t see. But, listen closely…when I say…the world may scream”bitch” but all I see is “queen”. The world may say “slut”…but don’t give in…to the patriarchy. You are…amazing.
So, love me. I wanna be with you. Girl, ’cause I am you, and you are me. I look in the mirror sometimes, too…and don’t like what I see. But, don’t you fall without getting up and fighting. Don’t go down in this world..where NOTHING is at it seems. Because you know what I see. I see eyes meant for gazing, filled with vision and big dreams. Remember when you were a little girl? You used to share these dreams, smiling. Now, where is she? I see big, beautiful, cheeks…that should never see hurt…only lots of smiling. I see every inch, every curve, every stretch mark…stretching across a wondrous body. Dipped in bronze, dipped in gold, dipped in chocolate…is all I see. I see…a queen.
There is nobody, no one to outrun me. You take care of everybody. Remember what it was like…when you used to dream? Remember what it was like…to live life ambitiously? Somewhere along the way…you took care of him, you provided for her, but when’s the last time you added towards YOUR dreams? This is your race. This my race.
There is nobody, no one to outrun me.