I am not a perfect girl

I throw my head back and laugh loudly

I dress in the way that I’m feeling and most of the time its “comfy”

I am not a make up guru

Not a weave queen

My nails are only long with the assistance of health

Some might call me “plain”

I am not a perfect girl

But I am a real one

I can show you real things

Teach you how to appreciate grass between your toes

And silently sitting while the rain hits our windows

I can be art for you

The glimmer in my eyes can inspire the revolution in yours

I will hold you and you will know you are King…

but, I am not a perfect girl

Pretty sure that doesn’t exist in me.

All I can be is here for you when you reach for me

And I hope, for your sake, that will be enough

~K.