I met you at first you where kinda rude and seemed pretty shroud, but then I got talking and nerves overflowed I never really told you, but you made me blush, I think a lot that's why I rushed. I needed to get away because you had me all messed I tried to give you the wrong number but felt to bad. We then got talking and as we said goodbye you planted one on me and I felt all warm and fuzzy inside, that night you had me staring at your picture wondering where you've been, all this time when I was all alone you were right around the corner why didn't meet you sooner when I wasn't such a mess why couldn't you be there when ever I hurt my head. But I'm glad I have you now and I thank God we met.

Do not mock me as you hand me your perfunctory nod.
This spotlight I'm in has no fame.
I am in the light.
It is obvious that not all light is righteous.

I am trapped by the prison of quarantines.
Placing me at the centre.
You bully me with your hostility.
I am your Aunt Sally, your easy mark.
Your missiles hit me right in the bullseye
As you climb your ladder of success.

But, know I am collecting it all and when I stand tall.
Your character flawed must fall at the mercy of my

Resilient Bellowing.

By Shaheen Klaaste