I caught myself looking in and I saw you.
Because I failed to astound you,
I tip to sad.

And these others wait in… hope?
But what hope is there for me?
When I’m more afraid than before
That I’m simply too much for the few yous I desire.
Ahh, these waste man infested waters
And plain. old. *******.
And this, this face it’s just, just flesh
And some bones.
They don’t see I am what lies beneath
Too feminist (I’d call it liberal myself), too masculine, too feminine, too rough, too rational,
too creative, too fair (never too kind).
Too honest!
Too weird.
Too unique.
Too, too black
For any one man to ever hold hands with.