Popular girl, not.
Beautiful and self secluded.
By choice of course.
By reason of sultry spirits within my frame of mind, laughing.
But I saw the hungry eyes and faintly heard the sexual approval.
Accusations and supposes.
Self-torments haunt my being.
Unable to relate to the natural way.
Life's lessons have given a different take.
Self-motivation only appears when Mary is able to converse.
Self-renovation abandoned.
Quietness over takes.
Blank thoughts are continually in place as new faces try to correlate.
Uncomfortable stability.
Wishing to protest this restless way.
Unable to get the secrets of them far enough to relax.
Long solitude comforts.
Quite silent, contentment.
Questions of "Why me?" expand as the day rejected draws to an end.
Never to long pondered.
Slow transformations process.
A new way of particular definitions reside making it a little to easy for the real me to resume hiding.
Never fighting the slavery phantoms of lifelessness and emptiness.
Coming alive only in the act of pleasures in manly plethora's.
Unsatisfactory savor of the hunt of mastery govern.
The clueless envisioning they were the "lucky ones".
Untamable ignorant clear beings.
Consuming my temple, locking my passion for freedom and longing for the quiet quick.

© January 2006 By Afromerica