Victim Of Circumstances (Part 1) Poem by Mastermind Poet

Hello beautiful
Wow! You caught my sight
Not now but yesterday
You were seated in a corner
Sipping drinks
I could tell you were happy
Not because of the company
But from what you were getting from the company
You are beautiful
You look smart
But still I can't help but wonder
Why would you want to sleep with your own grandpa?

So
Is it love?
Or opportunism?
Or maybe desperation
I need you to answer me
Young lady
Please...

_her mind_
Hey
handsome
You really are
I wish I could tell you
I wish you would understand
I wish you would see the mess
That is inside me
I want to fix me
I want to be free
I want freedom to be me
You see
The world has set standards
And I wish you would see how high they are
Even weed never gets me close
You see
I was born an angel
This world was heaven
I was dark and beautiful
Then I grew up and my complexion became my greatest obstacle
I had to change my real look
Then came the era of ladies of class
I was not class enough
Yet I graduated top of my class
So I had to reach out to something I never wanted
You see if I told you this
You'd still judge me as you do now
But since I care less
_she looks at me and says_
I won't say anything
You'll never understand

MastermindPoet