Tatted Angel (The Raconteur)

She's the girl every girl looks up to,

She's the girl most parents wish was theirs,

The girl every guy wish was his.

Her modesty, she portrays,

Makes her the girl everyone wanted around.

Orphan girl from a young age,

She struggled with her grandmother who taught her the core values of a lady.

She listened to grandma,

As grandma's words brought that of wisdom.

Grandma's words gave her guidance and made her the girl everyone wanted around them,

At least it seemed but there was more of her that was far from their eyes.

A young beautiful girl,

She's seen her friends attain some kind of "next level",

She feels detached from her friends she's done everything with.

Grandma's words knocks on her membrane,

She has an inner conversation with her conscience,

She's faced with two different choices that could well pan out her life overtime.

She visualises herself a superstar,

The visions of the glamour attain heights in her mind,

Which then made grandma's words less remembered,

She's deviated from her lessons.

The weekend is where she becomes her true self in the big city,

During the week she feels caged under grandma's umbrella.

She's become a different kind of Angel she's known for,

Her new found way now wanders the path of the dark angel.

Her mouth has become smoother than that of oil,

And her lips sweeter than that of honey,

Her path is that of the highway to hell,

With remains of a woodworm.

Do you wanna wander this path?

Tatted Angel,

In a black and white world,

Her true colours show.

Dark shades she has on,

I lost count at 50 but I know she's one shy of 70 so oftentimes she settles for 69.

Her demons oftentimes approach my soul,

Potna!!!

Don't let the devil in.

I'm the last piece to her jigsaw,

I'm one more to her 70.

-Devante.

Comments

Happy Birthday To Me.

Seeing how far I've come, I've got to say thank you Mom. From being the thing you hoped for, Now being the thing I hope for. This is me saying a happy birthday to me, And a multitude Thanks, to you mom. You are my saving grace, You both, I can't imagine where I'd be without you both. At age 22 I still cry to you, Well I did the other day on the phone, How I called you randomly and told you about how much I've missed and still miss Grandma, And you understood each tear. It's my birthday today, As I transit into that Jordan age. And even though the spot light shines on me today, I also take this time to appreciate you, Make my spot light yours. And even if there's no one there to glamour at your spot light, I'd be your exceeding crowd to wonder on your wonders. As a gentleman you've raised, You've always told me how a king should let his queen have the spot light. Your number one button I push...

Heaven's Angel

Countless dreams of heaven, I’ve had but never get to see the big picture in motion. She oozes of heritage that gives life, One that gives life to the dying and eternity to the living. She is of Selah, worthy to behold, You’re not of human that crown queen, But, Of goddess that make gods. I wonder what she thinks of me? I’m having not to jump the gun and move faster than my shadow. I doubt she even knows this? I doubt she even knows what she’s worth? Does she have the problem of the coloured girl? How do you define a black woman’s worthiness to herself? Perhaps I’m the missing piece for her realisation. I often say this but this time I feel it different. I hope she knows I want someone to talk to and listens, As it goes vice-versa, making for deep-level interactions. What is biology without chemistry? I crave telepathy interactions, I’m ready to risk it all again to have this. What is a bond without elasticity? And if I yet again l...

Untitled.

See every time we went out, Everyone noticed you and kept me at bay, Like I wasn't there. I hate when it happens. I know you're well known across these lands And I'm just a foreigner, On Strangers tide. Often time, I'll play the buster girl, Doing the who is? Call me crazy, Call me jealous, I call me greedy, But all I wanted was, The strings of our heartbeat in perfect accordance, To an unheard melody. All of you, And all that was in your heart was my desire, Felt like it was too much to ask. I know I had gone astray, And I needed a second chance. Who doesn’t? It looked hard, everything was against me, Even my own shadow was. The face I thought that shinned brightest, Couldn't create a spark during my dark times. Guess I figured why I was mostly kept at bay, Just a little too late. We were untitled.

Devante

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