vice

put up my hair, lay down my curly edges
i contemplate existence over cups with lemon wedges

my mind is just my enemy, facetious, stays my weakness
like them lightskin girls with curls and freckles forming on brown beaches

Author's Note

ridiculously short poem that i wrote while kinda bored. i rarely write things that rhyme (or at least haven’t in a long time) so take that into consideration:)