Brown sugar clings to her deep, molasses-rich, the kind of sweetness that stains your fingertips and doesn’t wash off easy. Butter melts into her skin slow, and heavy, slick with warmth she doesn’t rush…she draws you in. Vanilla whispers softness, but don’t get comfortable that calm is calculated, a velvet trap dressed like home. Flour tries to hold her together, but she lets herself spill unmeasured, unbothered just enough chaos to keep you hooked. And those chocolate chips… Dark. Sharp. Unexpected.Little bursts of bitterness hidden inside something you thought was safe. You take one bite just one, and suddenly restraint feels optional. She’s not love you settle into, she’s the craving at midnight the spoon scraping the bowl when you swore you were done. You know her kind too rich, too much, too consuming …but your hands still reach back. Because some flavors aren't meant to be trusted just tasted again…and again…and again.

I wrote this for a contest I was in. What makes poetry Let's see Firstly I never set out to be a poet It was never me Poetry was 2pac, Nas, Jay-Z Bone Thugs-n-Harmony I can quote their lyrics word for word Didn't think I had it in me Until I opened my eyes To see what others go through I kept seeing my homies Disappear from the corner They no longer here to speak I have to do it for em They no longer have a voice I had no choice But to become a poet I started to form their words Into my own Poetry It's a range of things It's kind of hard to describe But I know what's it’s not Roses are red Violets are blue I love you and you love me to Na sometimes It's fuck you and I hate you to I wish I never met you Yea poetry can be about love But it's not loving all the time It's about pain and anger Heartache and heartbreak See poetry is not a monolith It's what my pen Wants to put on the page It can be all rage Pent up frustration It can be a release On the path to healing It can reveal things That you been holding on to For to long And just need to let go of Like it is for me Poetry It lets me be me I can be happy or sad Mad or glad What I put between these lines Sometimes it may have a happy ending Sometimes not Poetry is life Ups and downs Trials and tribulations When I don't have anyone to talk to It's my best friend That I can tell my secrets to Poetry is my therapy Especially For somebody Who's introverted like me Poetry Is in ink in my veins That bleeds on the sheets To pour out my pain When I put the pen down on them It amazes me at times What I read between these lines I surprise myself at times Like wow did I write that At first I wanted to keep it all to myself Until I realized There are others Who feel what feel Hurt like I hurt That maybe my words can help them With whatever they may be going through Poetry is truth And everyone got a story to tell Been through some sort of hell During those times Poetry is heaven To help walk through them burning coals