do we ascend
or are we fated with unjust hands
unlucky draws this time round
pain staking soul searching
in an attempt to be crowned

fitting accepted social climbs
chastity bought by rocks
once hidden and undefined
loyalty procured with diamonds
stolen from unethical mines

rather prescribe
all kinds of love
whispered syllables
you can be my syllabus
lip kisses

all three genie wishes
lust in inked ridges
to make love
not mock love
an honest frame of mind

are you that hard to find?