Quencela Sikes

Rookie (Detroit, Michigan)

Encountered - Poem by Quencela Sikes

I am encounted everywhere, is it the way I wear my hair?
The way I love to share?
The way I like to pair with guys who like Chardonay?
Why can't they be mean to me?
Should I be mean to them, no cause that isn't me.
But I was never yelled at, never told I would go to hell.
No one ever told on me cause of the mistakes I made.
I am Encountered, everywhere because people love me for some strange odd reason, but I thank them for not neglecting on me.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 11, 2011


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