in younger years
i remember trying so hard
to gain the affection of the opposite ***
and i'm not really sure why because well

in middle school there was this girl
named dezarae and everyone loved her
because she was thin and wore make up
and her hair was always nice
just like her clothes that accentuated her
blossoming *******

i think there was a boy named kyle
or something similar to that
i'm not sure anymore
but he was always around her
as well as me
since i guess dezarae considered me her best friend
and at first i liked kyle
but then i liked her

it was around that time that
i met this other girl named amber
who wore glasses and had long hair
that didn't always look nice
and her clothes weren't the best
just like her teeth
but i remember she was as thin as a twig
and just as flatchested as i was

we became the best of friends
and i felt equal in her company
my feelings for her grew
when we would spend friday nights together
at each others house
depending on what week it was

but i remember her and i speaking one day
gossiping about everyone at school
like dezarae and i don't know why
but i lied when amber asked me
"well i heard dezarae was bisexual
she likes girls and boys
isn't that disgusting?"
i replied with
"oh gosh what
that is just
so gross"

i was so confused
why was it so wrong
to like someone who was just the same
as you are
because i liked amber
in a way that i should have liked a boy.

I remember when
you were just
a thought in my head

so subtle and blue
just hanging around
without a sound
no place to go
no voice to know
just a thought that I got

and suddenly! to my disbelief,
you started to grow!
your words they would flow!
like a volcanoes eruption,
the words all would function
and I knew that it was,
your time to rhyme

your perseverance
has gotten you into
your first contest appearance
you look good, you look great
your Rhymes and stanza breaks
you're ready for the big show

those other poems
they don't know
what it took to be you,
how far you have come
and what you've become
from a little prewrite
to a full-blown Delight

I'm a proud parent
of my muses development
with crisp rhyming words
flowing into Majestic chords
diving off of a platform tongue
into escalating stairs of waves
finally reaching a crescendo
of musical poetic ecstasy
raining down  
on the yearning open ears
anticipating your kisses and Soothing touches

my thought has just come full circle a poem It has become
let no one doubt it
sing little poem
sing loud and clear
they have been waiting
for you to appear