She is the perfect imperfect
I see her at every event; every hangout spot; she’s approachable; funny at times; she has swag to her; she definitely makes guys wonder. So she’s standing at the bar and for a minute it does appear like he’s interested. But no, he’s wearing this big ass pants, reached inside for his penis, and pointed to it as he stares at her.
“See, I told you he was horny” her girlfriend murmured.
I once told her that her face reads sex and that’s why guys approach her with their condoms in hand; when you see her walking slightly, switching through the block guys don’t stop; she doesn’t turn heads. I know it hurts her feelings but she needs to come to grips with the fact that she’s not a dime, nickel, penny or two cent piece if they ever had one; if they ever made one; she’s too much of that imperfect package so she needs to fully comprehend why she’s not the eye candy on holder of a penis’s list.
Baby girl I so want you to comprehend everything; I need you to see why a lot of guys just don’t wish to stick around. Understand that you can never hold a candle match or stick of dust to a Kerri Hilson or Halle Berry because you are better…different in looks, unique in style, your eyes read mystery, the left says come here “I will fuck ya brains out” and the right whispers “do you know all of the inner struggles I’ve suffered”
She owns a double chin but its kind of hidden when she sticks her neck out far, her skin is far from perfect and her lips are dick suckable even dykes, lesbians want a piece. Her body has no six pack, not chubby, not flabby, indescribable, which I could better explain this other then it’s not small and it’s not medium and it’s not large but it’s not obese. It’s just a body with two boobs, a stomach with a belly button some stretch marks to accentuate her imperfection legs with hair on them from not being shaved for two summers. Her feet got ten toes, no bunions or corns yet but not exactly foot fetish ready. Her hair is curly, it can be frizzy sometimes, and not too nappy but you can’t exactly just run your fingers through it. She is bombastically the perfect imperfect infinity.
Men don’t want her, sex fiends fiend her, she got writers like myself and other male poets to write about her, females envy her, moms hate her, old people want to shoot her, teachers hate to call on her, she’s academically prominent but not successful because she can never win a damn scholarship; she’s the perfect imperfect manifestation of god’s creation.
She cursed her father and voodoo doll her older brother; she yawns ostentatiously when she’s on the phone with one of her boyfriends. She’s a poet. A teacher. She’s the perfect imperfect poetess and that is the reason why no one wants her, no females like to be bothered with her but sex fiends, poets, and poetesses quiver over her.
She is…the perfect imperfect.