Shaking that blue eyed stranger’s hand,
Him asking what I am,
I am a person of morals,
With nothing to show for it.
I am the girl wondering the halls and,
No ones by my side to ask how I’m doing,
I am the senior girl at prom dateless,
As I see the man of my dreams dace with others.
I am the answer to his betrayed heart,
But still looking for my question.
I am the 30 year old women without a lover,
As I can see everyone tie the knot that I know.
I am the unfertile women,
That dreams of a big family of my own.
I am whats left of the one night stand girl,
when all my friends are couples.
I am the girl with a problem,
But no one is around to listen.
I am the only black girl in a room,
Filed with white men.
I am the teen who reaches out for someone's help,
But no one seems to have time for me.
I am a women sleeping alone,
Without my lover.
I am the old women at a nursing home,
Without any family to make sure I am O.K.
I am the drunken women living within my bottle,
Who’s unintentional suicide is all to near,
Within my broken dreams,
Drowning in my pool of doubt,
With no one to hear my screams.
I am lonely.
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