In the salon, a vision so fair,
A beautiful black girl with curly hair,
Bouncy, shoulder-length, a crown so rare,
She sits so poised in the stylist's care.

I’ve found crude streets offer plenty to see. 

“Nevah go on dat pier!” 
“Not when da moon is full!” 
“When not a creak can ya hear!” 
“When da world is at a lull!” 

It wasn’t supposed to end like this. 
This wasn’t supposed to happen. 
What was supposed to be a triumphant, 
And a heartfelt victory, 
Was soiled by iron and the smell of loss. 

Such blights of the soul, 
Have persisted throughout history. 
Yet, there is one, 
An eighth that bears warning. 

Born to the clapping of hands 
And cheers and quickening of pace 
To see the shining hope for the land 
That came with shrieks and cries and scrunching of face 
“We must haste! And mustn't forget--” 
“Long Live the Queen!” 

In shadows deep, where darkness takes its throne,
There blooms a rose with petals dipped in sin.
Its beauty, like a siren's haunting tone,
Beguiles the soul, where wickedness begins.

In the quiet moments of dawn,
When the world holds its breath,
Beauty tiptoes through the silence.

Wide-open petals, 
Softly shimmering morning dew, 
Beauty, breathing in light.

In the garden of twilight,
where moonlight weaves through shadows,
there blooms a flower of sinister allure.

Softly falling petals, 
Lovely murmurs in the breeze, 
The subtle beauty of nature. 

In beauty's realm, where wonders softly sing,
Each fleeting moment, a masterpiece unfurled.
In whispered sighs, the gentle zephyrs bring.
The scent of roses, love's own sweetest world.

In beauty's dance, where time and dreams entwine,
Each curve of grace, a portrait's tender stroke.
As dawn's first light on dew-kissed petals shine,
So does your essence, in every word you speak.

Dear old man, parked constantly besides the road,
Calling dirty steel and cold ceramic
The place of your personal abode.

Endless longing grows, 
Love twirls in toxic tango 
Reaching, they both fall.

You stir something deep within, 
Igniting a fire, 
Then leaving it to dim. 

Love is a cage that makes us brave 
Pushing us to be vulnerable; 
Trying something new 
a cage that makes us enraged 

When we were young, our souls were bold,
Excited for stories yet untold.
Carefree days, laughter filled our minds,
Life's moments turned into memories we find.