Baulk

Body cavity is as fine as [s]he can be.
[S]he walks with jealousy because [s]he is not me.
I wonder why I aggravate effusively.
Is it [my] swagger?
Is it how I enthrall with [my] poetry?

A supermodel has this kind of body who thinks I am an overweight nobody.
One day [s]he discovers I write poetry.
Respect is given as jealousy.

Am I desirous?
[S]he is possessiveness.
Why is [s]he resentful?
[S]he states that I am arrogant.

My swagger
I am not bragging.
[S]he sashays.
Why does [s]he want me to be a flounce?
I just write what is on my mind.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Gregory Avatar
May 3, 2014 at 10:16 AM
heaven forbid if you weren't comfortable in your skin... the pen is mightier. i like this piece
Walker  Avatar
May 3, 2014 at 10:48 AM
I am that Weston... Comfortable is a convenience. Take my word for it... LOL ... Verlena :0))s.
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