What's gonna' happen to me
When I ain't so beautiful no more?
What's gonna' happen to me
When I'm no longer
Will there be anything about me
To interest anyone
When no one wants to
Look at me.
Will anyone still love me
When I'm old and gray.
If someone is gay,
Don't relentlessly pursue them.
You seem to miss the point,
They don't like your gender that way.
So please leave them be,
They doesn't deserve this from you.
Just because they're nice,
And you think they're cute,
And you like them,
You seem to think you can get whatever you want.
Please don't put that on them.
They have no need for pointless drama and lies from you.
They're not stupid.
They know the truth.
So it's best to save yourself the trouble of changing something you can't,
Just because you can manipulate others,
Doesn't mean the same can happen with sexuality.
shaky fingers, stale breath.
I MEAN, MY JOKES ARE OLD
i tiptoe around conversations. and contemplation's.
I CAN'T HANG OUT WITH YOU TOO MANY TIMES, OR YOU'LL REALIZE I RE-USE MY JOKES LIKE HALF CIGARETTES.
but at least,
i don't joke about,
my jokes aren't the kind of funny that's not funny in that way.
of the line.
Your true convictions.
ACCUMULATE it online.
Wait a sec,
All that Junk is becoming disorganized.
I'll DELETE it all!
I deleted some GOOD stuff.
I need to prioritize.
I need to organize information
Find out What is essential
To my growth and development
And What isn't
Instead of being ruled
By this Psychology of Shame!
His hands were callused and cracked
They were rough on my cheek
I had never been pulled in the way Clark Gable pulls them in
Like in all of those movies I had seen when I was a kid
The way I had always practiced
Back then my ringtone was the sound of bells chiming
More specifically the bells of Notre Dame
As his stubble grazed mine they rang out
He let go of my face, his untrimmed nails scratched my chin
I would weep for hours that night
Stare into the dark corners of my room
Trying to identify all of the shadows I used to think were scary
I knew now what scary really was
Scary was his hand on my rib cage
Scary was liking it
He never did call
I changed my ringtone to the whistle from Robin Hood
I was set up on a date by my best friend
She was kind
Her hands were soft and smelled like Love Spell by Victoria’s Secret
She had no stubble to graze mine
She pressed her lips on the scratch he left on my chin with his untrimmed fingernails
And I flinched
This too was scary
This too I liked
The real All-American Girl
Isn't likely to be a "Blue-Blood"......
A Descendant of European Royalty.
She's of mixed ancestry
And a product of cultural mixing.
She might eat tabbouleh and hummus in the morning
With ham and eggs.
She also lies at the intersection of traumas.
She's probably been raped
Either literally by a man
Or by the Onslaught of History
Which favors certain types of people over others.
She also lies at the Crossroads of Pain.
If she hasn't battled the Demons of Addiction,
She probably isn't sexy enough
To be an All-American Girl.