Too sweet for you,
The child with a bitter tongue
The man with a troubled heart.
Too sweet for you,
A daughter who is now a mother,
Who has yet to heal,
The one whose flesh speaks louder than your words, who doesn’t understand why I fly with the birds, higher and higher I go.
Too sweet for a patriarchal society.
Too sweet for a respectable politic.
Too sweet for your boundaries,
Too sweet for your lack thereof.
Too sweet for my own good?
Nahh.
Why does my sweetness bother you?
Plague you, like bees and honey, flies and vinegar?
Why does my sweetness taint you?
My sweetness is the light to your darkness shinning brightly on your troubled heart.
It is also the reminder of a love you choose not to see.
I am angry because you need me, but you chose bitter.
An ignorant man whose incapable of housing my sweetness.
Can I hate you and still be sweet?
No. So I will forgive you.