Rough texture.
Black as if bruised.

Once a nice gesture.
But now I'm amused.

Their heads hang low.
Cradled in wilting baby's breath.

Lack of luster, lack of glow.
While welcoming it's certain death.

Take a look at my roses.
Do you see the point of their articulate poses?

Scents that kiss noses?
not my dead roses.

What is one rose the equivalent of?
one love?

A dozen love doses?
not my dead roses.

The reason I wrote this?
My twelve dead roses.

- Shae

[i was just fucckin' around]

:beat boxin:

uh

uh

yo

yo, check it

ain't rhymed in a minute so imma bit dusty
haven't eaten real food so imma bit fussy

listen real close when the words leave my lips
please get hip to the knowledge that i kick

i'm not too skinny and not too 'thick'
damn sure ain't another average black chick

some say i'm sweet & some say outlandish
aura so sicck that nike tried to brand it

got too many nick names so call me Shae
word to ya mother and have a nice day

- Shae

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