I have grown to have a deep love and respect for this man. I admire him. I adore him. Is it because I find him attractive? I love Kanye but not for his looks. Some might say he's not the finest man in the catalog. He ain't the tallest, not the strongest, not the finest but he has a strength, a hope, a swagger and a spirit that says I'm here. I'm strong. I'm human.
I cry. I don't give a f*ck. I'm too grown, I'm too me to give a f*ck what people have to say. I have what I need; my god, my love, my music, my life. Yes, I'm still here motherf*ckers! Kanye says deez nuts. Kanye is beautiful. Beautifully human in the chords of Jill Scott. Got me singing Lyzel's song. He loves me. But I'm the he that loves him. In actuality a she. But my love is not lust. It's not physical, not financial, not emotional, not fake. It just is like the air that you breath. Like the rivers deep. Like a cloud in the sky. It just bleeds. My love is. Is respect, admiration, my love is inspired. My love is true.
The following bracketed part is what I added later on but the above is what I wrote while commuting from work today thinking of Kanye on the bus on my way to the park and ride, inspired by his GQ pictures which I got courtesy of MsReape.
[Got me singing Lyzel's song. He loves me. But I'm the he that loves she. Minus the cologne and sh*t though I imagine Kanye smells good than a motherf*cker. Plus he dresses his ass off. But that is not why. Over the course of the past few days, the past few weeks, I have grown to see him in a brand new light. It's the beautifully human light that shines so bright. The light that resonates his beautiful soul.]
Ms. West, may you rest in peace. I wish I could've told you that you did not need any surgery. You look beautiful in the photoshoot with your son. I know if you knew what you know now, they say the dead don't know, but you know, you might've made the choice to stay around, if only for Kanye. I know you're in a better place and you're watching on Kanye. He has another guardian angel now.
