If I Could

She asks me…
why am I not pretty…
like you…
And the question lingers as if her smile is fading…
Londa if I could
I would let the answers to you questions roll of my tongue
just so your days would be so bright the sun would be envious of you,
I would return the rhythm that was stolen from you
so the song that beats inside that broken music box you hold in your chest could finish itself, lil' sister
if I could…
I'd help,
but your questions complexity confuses me
cause baby sister
I don't know why these boys think you're not pretty,
I don't know why you are not able to catch the attention of these boys
who seem to always catch yours,
I don't know why your attempts go unnoticed
and never lures their eyes to you
but I do know you're beautiful
your talents are remarkable,
your heart is ineffaceable,
and your strength is untouchable,
baby sister
like me,
your perfectly…
imperfect
and I would willingly give up my soul
and put my life in the Lord's hands for you cause I know that you're worth it,
you are the last angel to ever fall from Heavens skies
and I know their missing you,
your deserve the world and so much more
and I wish I could give it to you
but I can't,
I can't make these boys see beauty,
I can't make them realize what's in front of them
when they are constantly condemning themselves to chase after the "perfect woman",
constantly condemning themselves to find out there is no such woman,
constantly condemning themselves to realize they let the good ones go,
but until they wake up
they will never know how extraordinary you are,
cause you see they chase these girls who they think is everything they want,
beautiful mind,
soul
and heart,
someone who is stunning inside…
and out,
but the ones they are running to
are not suitable cause they
are not you,
you are so much better than they could ever be,
they just don't know it yet,
they're blind,
in every sense of the word
cause they are not able to see you as you really are,
but time,
time will be their enemy cause eventually
you will develop wings and finally be able to soar,
And my sister looks at me,
and a new question crosses her face
but before she can ask
I answer,
baby sister,
I've been in your place,
pain is no stranger to me
and my eyes have rained rivers that have flooded my face too many time to count
My heart has been shattered like my bathroom mirror I always use to want to break,
I've hated my self,
or at least what I thought the mirror reflected,
and believe I have been rejected more than my fair share of times,
I have laid in my bed at night
with only my pillow to hold
and cried
myself
to sleep,
baby sister,
I've shared your pain,
I've questioned my beauty,
I have wished that I…
was not me,
wished that I could reform my body,
and wished that God…
never made me,
It seemed like I was always too dark,
to short,
to flat,
too skinny,
or not skinny enough,
they hated me,
NO
they hated my beauty,
they tried to get me to believe I was ugly so I would not be a threat to them,
they wanted me to see everything they said I lacked,
till I realized my beauty
and started
fighting
back,
they could not break me,
I…
like you,
am a Queen,
a Nubian goddess finally spreading my wings,
so baby sister
break free,
and
come
fly
away
with
me