none yet

cold, soft slithering on my feet
leaves falling on my face; so net
cool breze, green grass still wet
monarch on your hair, while you sleep

i got up to wash my face
saw my... a mark of a kiss
dove into the river to wash away
it didn't; you really bit me

went back to tickle your feet
you kick,victoria secret; none yet
you get up; we have to look for food
in the bushes; there's plenty of fruits

headress

lone eagle up a pine tree
wings spread, staring at me
my tribe line up the dirt road
they are so happy; never bored

we walk through shower of flowers
giggles, laughter,cheers and whispers
i raise my arms and bow with pride
i know then, they're on my side

in the long house the elders talk
the upcoming journey to the north
who will be left to tend for kids
and protect the village from raids

i will stay to be with you
i hope you're loving it too
one thing i will be the chief
that's my dream i'll surely keep