Yes, I am only a man.
Far from perfect.
Yes, I am only a man.
Described as strong, except we all are a little weak.

But a man of love.
Which in facts stays as the root of me.

Oh, to be seen as different to please another.
Only means I'm pretending to be like.
For as only a man I am.
I sleep perfectly at night.

Truth be told, is truth being known.
Women rule the world.
But the best rulers never ever brag.

In many houses where both parents exist?
Many loyal children's even know this.
Fathers, can cried they rule the house hold.
Many children's honestly knows this just isn't so.

Mothers, the masters of many decisions that goes on.
Simply have to state the ruler of the home.
And doesn't have to raise their voices.

Women that brags about their strength.
Comes across weak to some for they have to talk about this.

Women in charge intimidate SOME men.
For many are comfortable with who she is?
And what she appears?

She sighed and tossed the hair out of her eyes
He sipped loudly from a nearly dry Coke can
"This *****," she said. "I'm going home."
A jazzy song started to play over the outside speakers
A couple ambled past, walking their minituare schnauzer
"Ok." He said, shaking the Coke can irritably.

Valentina:*  *What are you doing after the club baby?

Me:  I don't know yet. I might hit up another club. I have two other ladies with me. Wanna come with?

Valentina:  Actually, I'm feeling really ***** and I just wanna have some fun.  You should bring those ladies with you. We could all have a foursome. ;)

Me:   Count me in

Valentina:  Mmm yeah daddy.  Meet me at my hotel.  I'll text you the address.

Me:  You got the condoms?

Valentina:  Yeah baby. I have champagne too.  Just bring that **** body of yours ;)

Me:  Cool. I'm on my way.

Valentina:  Don't be late

Me:  Say no more

Valentina:  *xo

I wish that I could feel that joy of finding a four leaf clover. Such luck receiving something so small and simple. As of now I have nothing, so please wake me up when winter is over. Before my memories become nothing but the waters ripple.

It is hard to say when she started disliking the
Girl in the mirror.
It was probably about the time they gave her braces.
Surely, she began to take only glances
When she got pimples her hair wouldn’t cover
Try as she did with different lengths and styles.

The worst of it started when her friends began
To round out and she stayed all lines and angles,
Like a child among young women discovering themselves.

It drove her inside herself,
Further from her friends, one of whom
Struck a devastating blow when the Girl overheard
Herself called a pimply stick
Just so a boy of dubious morals would laugh.

She started hanging the towel on her mirror then.
She told her mother it dried better that way.
The woman accepted this
And so the Girl in the mirror locked herself away.

Mirrors cannot show the heart or wit
Or the steadfast love within.
There is only the reflection of beauty soon gone
And cast aside for that.

If only the Girl could see beyond the pale reflection.