Inserts,
My imagination comforts me with images of partnership; my determination spots me and encourages me to struggle though one more drought,
My insecurities tango's with loneliness and courtship, confusing lust with love and bootycalls with friendships, mixing my southern hospitality with a big city-life personality and I quickly learn difficulty plucking the values I sprout.
I speak with leadership to my childlike indiscretions,
fathering them, schooling them to be more prideful with their actions,
I hold meaningful discussions with my repercussion knowing I have much to learn from them, and holding them responsible for my abashed fatal attractions.
I look through obscure windows at moist pillows of my fallen dream;
shelter eloquent screams of deep desires and discontented recitals of the hearts I acquire,
Passion, becomes my mystic social lier and interrogator to the souls placed under fire; I press and print colorful attire to be desired and bottle the stress I perspire.
I walk on inserts of validation,
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