Amethyst.
She’s not pure enough to be pink
Life has darkened her, polished her
She knows life isn’t no crystal stair
She’d walk on a bed of nails if it meant walking on her own two feet.
She holds her head up high now.
She knows what she wants,
She’s seen what she doesn’t.
Has her mother’s heart,
Her father’s brass.
Pisces baby, emotional tornado
Loves as hard as she fights
Fights as hard as any bitch
Can out-wit any man.
She’s not pure enough to be pink.
She’s amethyst.
Copyright © Nicholle Selah | Year Posted 2009
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