Stuck between being a woman and being a child. She can’t help but live the fast life.
Dress to impress. Short shorts short skirts short shirts. Make sure you put your confidence on today.
Slather your red lipstick on, put on your glass facade. Your face is never complete without a smile; even if it’s fake. Never let the tears that stream down your beautiful face show.
Fake it till you make it. Fake it till you make it. Fake it till you make it.
Late nights are the regular. Doing God knows what.
“Take a hit of the blunt. Take a drink of the booze. ”
the fast life is all she knows.
But when does she realize it all comes to a screeching halt? When is the game over? When does the facade crumble?
Until then she keeps living her life, at the tender age of 19.
But she keeps getting caught between being a woman
and a child
I’m just another girl with an afro.
“Why don’t you comb it?” “Why did you decide to cut all of that long, pretty, straight hair off?” “Why would you want to look like that?”
Who would’ve thought there’d be so much criticism for wearing my hair the way it comes out of my head? I celebrate my hair and all of its kinks and coils. Why would I want to hide it? But, I’m just another girl with an afro.
I celebrate my hair, why can’t you? The snarky comments and the negativity are not needed. Your dirty looks and crassness are not warranted. I wish your opinion of my hair was asked for. Perhaps then your opinion would be valued.
But, I am just another girl with an afro.
The red lipstick I wear stuns
As I sashay and strut down the city
The heads and the faces of the people turn
But I have no care
My mind only focuses on the present
And never the past
My body sways with the wind
As the cold bites my face
The city lights are like a carnival
They highlight my features
They create beautiful shadows
The people and their energy electrify me
I feel liberated; unchained
My being is left to roam this earth
My soul is left to frolic
My eyes bounce from place to place
And person to person
My senses are going through overload
But I have no complaints
The city captures me
The walk and the talk
The music and the art
The realities and the illusions
The fantasies and the tales
Are all here
I fall back into my reality
I realize again
I am just another person in this great
Sea of people
I am just another spirit wandering these streets