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She was a Perfect 10 from a distance

And none less the least I expected

Perfection from this Immaculate Conception

Whisper talks of how fine she compliments a line

In a poem of mine, something lovely skin pure

Not a hair line fracture or bone spur

And best believe, Yes sir I’m mack’n her

So we’re building conversation like we’re raising children

From Cornel West “Prophetic Fragments” to Kelsey Davis “Soup and Syrup”

But from all the blur clearly I started to see her

And boy you just ain' know she had me fooled from the door

See she couldn’t divide a thousand by two

Ask her for change for a dollar, she give you back two

But hellified in matching her pants to her boots



But that’s cool, I’ll just keep moving but I got this theory proven

All good things don’t last not even a full tank of gas

Its true take a closer look at your left shoe

It doesn’t fit exactly like the right, not even gloves fit right

But more true is we all come with at least 2 loose screws.



Now there was this suite that fit me to the T

Crafter and stitched with labor and sweat

Abstract – patterns no one had seen yet

I’m out to be seen like a Blackstar imagine this

Shining like who on top of this

7 piece get-up with the a cuff and a crease

Yoke the joker wait till they get a load of me

My handkerchief match the tie and the belt match the shoe

My head clean and nails done so

“Dat boy sharp” basically is the tune.

But expectations always outlast performance

Because the dangling loose string inside the suite pocket shows it



(smiling) And that’s cool, I’ll just keep moving but I got this theory proven

All good things don’t last not even a full tank of gas

Its true take a closer look at your left shoe

It doesn’t fit exactly like the right, not even gloves fit right

But more true is everything comes with at least 2 loose screws



Now this one is close to me like my love for writing verses

Integral to my development like writing in cursive

Now it hurts but they say that’s just what the truth do

Someone near to me like a hug got a few screws loose

My young eyes would stare up at authority

Lovingly, homely providing guidance to me

Teaching me how to walk straight and fly right

Instructing my wisdom on hard days and long nights

But why the teacher lessons only good for the student

Telling me not to and you turn around and do it

Maybe it’s the point of the matter and you have been living on earth longer

It did keep me from unnecessary drama

I can see that now since I’m older



But I’ve come to realize and it’s cool,

Parents do the Best they can do and Imperfection is only Truth

Sorta Like All good things don’t last not even a full tank of gas

Its true take a closer look at your left shoe

It doesn’t fit exactly like the right, not even gloves fit right

But more true is everyone, everything and all, comes with at least 2 loose screws



BY

CHYREN L. HAYES