she stepped out a twirled, how do i look?
with the shocking look on my face and the delay in my answer , she asked the question
this question makes men siver , shake , and sweat , makes them wish they could plea the 5th
does this dress make me look fat?
this was my answer
do you think i evcer fell for what you wear? no, because what was important is that everywhere we went , i would be wearing you on my arm.
because with a woman like you it wasnt about the words that were spoken but the silences that were understood
because with a woman like you my eyes can meet yours and feel the truth laying within them
because with a woman like you a simple touch can send a jolt of lightning through my system just to jumpstart my heart.
because of the woman you are , that dress wont make you anything youre not
because of the woman you are , you make that dress everythiing you are.... BEAUTIFUL

the **** gets the girl
2. because i said so is an unacceptable answer
3. teacher can i go to the bathroom is an unacceptable question
4. in group projects ... trust no one
5. you cant look up the answer
6. if you fail an exam your less than average
7. if the answer if wrong you always have to explain why
8. you find out who youre friends are
9. i wanna go home
10. im always tired
things i learned in life
1. the guy with money gets the girl
2. because i said so starts a fight
3. boss can i go to the bathroom is still an unacceptable question
4. in group projects ... TRUST NO ONE
5. you can always look up the answer
6. if you fail at something they find something you cant
7. if there answer is wrong your not obligated to tell them why
8. you know who your friends are
9. i wanna go home
10. im always tired
but heres what i know
people tell me that education is the key but dont tell me that the door has long been sealed by men's greed
and im considered a problem but they dont understand im a product of a system they created
i wish we were all equal but i know we use each other as step ladders because we all want to be first
but we're taught he who is first shall come last but where does the guy in the middle stand
because to them just because im not dirt poor mens i dont need any aid
because to them just because im not the top of my class means im not worth the investement
so heres to the man who couldnt go to college because he couldnt catch a ball 10x better than everyone else
so heres to the man who couldnt go to college because he made the right decisions in life
so heres to the man who couldnt go to college because his parents actually went before him
but no matter how loud I speak the system wont change because the only thing that talks is money.

in this world i am no longer a person im a number
in school im known by 6 digits
to the government im known by 9
my birth name doesnt matter just the date and the time
to colleges and businesses i am just a risk with a high probabilty of failure
to the law im just a statistic on a page that proves their right about a certain race based on a percentage
to women , men are congruent because all we want is to divide and multiply from you a product of kids we wont raise, right?
and these imaginary numbers are suppose to tell me my maximum potential but based on the color of my skin its just a minimum projection
i dont care what you say the accuracy of these numbers is so far from true
im an algorithm too complex for any human to solve with numbers
my goals are at such a high altitude that not even a space shuttle could reach them
and when i find that one special woman that has been walking parallel to my life that has now become perpindicular so when we intersect we will walk the same line
and she will know that i am X divided by Zero ... undefined , that i can be irrational and impossilbe
but will understand if she tries to solve me with numbers she will crash into a median and find no solution
so life wont get better till we converse in a way that forms a postive correlation , till we start seeing each other as people instead of integers
till we subract the numbers from Algebra and start to form words from the letters
because thats what defines us WORDS ... not numbers

once there was a girl who wasn’t
just an uncomfortable shell of torment
swallowed up by every dark hole
but for the one that felt real

encouraged to colour within the lines
and play within the paradigm
longing for another place, another time

anyone would have been surprised
had they bothered to open their eyes
how can a fearful, confused child
teach the ignorant to be wise

an occasional chance would arrive
when he could open the door to the girl inside
oh it’s just a phase they said
unaware of how close they were to finding him dead

encouraged to colour within the lines
and play within the paradigm
longing for another place, another time
there are some things that you just don’t allow
dealing with this black sheep
wondering what, why and how