Can I please be..
the lady of mystery.
close my eyes so you wont
see through me.

cover my curves
so you wont cut me
with "damn shawty,
can i just touch that
booty"
Or better yet when yall hit me
with "with a body like that, you
cant be gay...girl you should do me"

this is what i get from
those that part their lips
because they claim they
know me..know my "type"

dilusional fools.
is what i conclude

So can I please just be a lady of mystery
and maybe that lady that saw
me pushing that strollar or burping
that child on my shoulder wont
automatically give me that
look of disgust when she
assumes im its mother.

but why bother..
afterall..she knows me
Knows my "type" right.

Or better yet what about that
new english teacher..
Gave us an assignment to
write about...it doesn't even matter
because that besides the point.
but I was the one called
into the office because you felt that
my vocabulary might have been a tad
bit too big...
and maybe just maybe
plagarism might have been in
my field...of expertise to say the
least.

if only i was that lady of mystery
this shit wouldn't happen to me...

but with mystery
comes the questions
suppressed by the people
unwilling...to ask.

honestly people its not
that hard of a task.