Honey and Gold.
I am too dark for some And not dark enough for others I lack soul to some And I have too much soul for others that, They can’t even step in sync with me on the same street, And my presence reminds them of lightening And sadly some hate thunderstorms.
So I’ve let the rain surround me as I walk alone, But the rain washes away my unsure nature And I become confident in who I am, And I become gold, Better yet I become honey.
Gold can crack teeth and it leaves a lasting impression It can’t be so easily broken but, Honey? That thing sticks right on to you, You won’t know how to shake me off, I will bend and pour and ooze from every pore of your life until you get so sick of something so naturally sweet you won’t have any other choice but To use those lemons life threw your way. And I will squeeze the sour choices you made into my honey complexion and make organic lemonade
So maybe I do not fit the norm for any race, Not even with my own And maybe the difference in my diet leaves a bad taste on your tongue, But that leaves me unforgettable, That leaves me as the honey of your life, And I’ll be stuck on your mind, Maybe as the girl who never fit your type But I won’t be alone for too long For a bee never rejects its own source of nutrients But thrives off the honey, And the queen has a lot to offer , but never begs for her people to take
So take me as I am, or don’t take at all Regardless, My melanin is still dipped with honey and gold.












