Fallen, and Cannot Get Up

When you notice you get a lot of attention from guys it can only mean one of two things: 1) they give everyone attention because they're dogs and they are looking for the person that responds fastest, or 2) you are special beyond measure. At times, I enjoy indulging the latter. More females should think so to make us put more value to ourselves. This is the evil twin to It's a Curse Being Beautiful, this is Fallen and Cannot Get Up:

They can't help but to FaLL
FaLL deep into the gaze
Follow the path of my maze
My words put them in a daze
Feelin' like they smoke the purple haze

But what can I do? I can't help IT
ITs not my fault my name's in their mouth for days
They're tongue twisted in different ways
Turning them straight from gay
Saying they wanna come over and role play

What was it that I said that was so IrReSiStAbLE
IrReSiStAbLE is my middle name
They try to spit so much game
98% of the time its lame
But them, I can't blame

I got that special stuff, resist they CaN NoT
CaN NoT help but to call
On the phone they bawl
To declare the fall
No need for a crystal ball

Again, they fell in love by the curse
Is it a blessing or another experience like the worst?

2009
*Poem by Lex*

Them

This poem was written on the day I had my daunting revelation as described in my testimony on N.A.P (Not a Puppet blog). Make sure you also read the precursor "High on Music" written in 08. This poem is entitled Them:

I have eyes but still cannot see
I see only what they choose to reveal to me.

My one true love, no longer is mine.

I surrender my ignorance.
My vision I reclaim today
This glass I break today.
Today, I am preparing for battle.

They took my one love
They hold my love captive.

This world is a chess game.
We are mere pawns
battling in front-line protecting
Kings and Queens hiding behind us

Pick your side, Open your eyes
Pay attention to all the signs.
We came into this world of preexisting forces
Unknowing of our destined purpose

Pick your side wisely,
or they will pick it for you
Today I pick mine.
For they took my love from me

No longer will I look at a star and think of it the same
Or lay eyes on an owl thinking Bohemian is just a name

I didn't want to think of that which is not obvious
But if I don't learn to understand it
They will pick a side for me

I claim my right today. I control myself
I will pay attention
And I will fight
For my love they stole from me

A fool for too long
This whole time I was wrong.
Now I have to force to smile
Just to conceal this pain on my face.
For me, deceit started at Nine Mile.

* Poem by Lex *

It's A Curse Being Beautiful

Old poem from 2007 by your truly, Lex
Enjoy:

It's a curse being beautiful.
Only the ugly ask why.
They look at me with envy.
I have no reason to lie.

I wish I were them,
wake up and don't care.
Cause no one would bother me
If I don't comb my hair.

My man says I love you
'cause I have a pretty face.
What then would he say
if it looked a disgrace?

People on the street
Stop me just to talk.
Who says I'm in the mood?
I just want to walk!

It drives me crazy
All the attention I get.
They be staring in my face
As if my lips are wet.

Mirror Mirror,
On the wall,
Please tell me I am
The ugliest of them all.

Just for one day,
I'll step in their shoes.
Let them step in mine
I have nothing to lose.

We'll swap places
To see which is best.
Ugly versus beautiful...
Put it to the test.

Would people like me for me
Or what they see?
I bet I know what
The answer would be.

When beauty is so visible,
why would they dig deeper?
Accepting beautiful people
Is so much easier.

Its a curse being beautiful.