Dear Ms. Mental Flower
I need your brain for an hr.
Brain me
Train me
Stain me and don’t complain me.
Only elevation
No isolation
Quickly to embrace with no hesitation
Exploring your mind it’s a journey
Not a destination.
Can I tell you a connotation
A piece of cake is dessert
A brain is what your mental’s worth
The rose that grew from the concrete
Can be deceit if your struggle
Don’t come wit a receipt.