Read Poem: U’re pretty by Lamar Johnson

You are beautiful.
Models and concubines bow their heads where you walk,
Flowers wilt, and die, knowing and recognizing their ugliness.
The Seas part – they are not worthy of touching you.
The Clouds encompass the sky, smothering all in grey
but leaving a hole, an aperture of the Sun open
only to follow you around;
Just like a spotlight.
Men and Women alike kill themselves for you
understanding that there is no sight to be found greater afterwards;
No wedding, no childbirth, no love
is capable of comparing.
Children cry, scream, and shit themselves;
They regret not being born to you
and curse their inferior genetics.
The Moon no longer reflects the Sun
and instead reflects your image
a thousand times as bright.
Trees turn into paper
words spontaneously appearing
all written in your name;
A thousand times a thousand chants
that the Air reads and sings.
The Fish…