The ostentatious African women

Maturity level as high as Mount Everest

Her skin is smooth and soft as a sheep

As I caress, her hair is so black and straight

A flawless face as the Maker Himself

Her swagger magnetizes many that set eyes upon her

She wears diamonds to show off her florid appearance

A paragon of a winsome, young maiden

A European man greets her with a debonair appearance

Locking eyes and enthralling one another

Could this be love at first sight?

Or could his heart be of some other deleterious motive?

Cupidity maybe?

Perpetually, he does his redundant, beneficent actions

As if he is such a sanctimonious gentlemen

Constantly indulging herself into his duplicity

The absence of her incisive conscious makes her lack common sense

In an instant, he becomes abusive and constantly badgers her

All of her jewelry is gone

He has stripped her of all her possessions

Sucked up done dry as a desert

She lives in penury

Everyone around her abhors her

Her children even suffer the disparaging

Just a prosaic black smudge on the face of the earth

Everyday is like a jack in the box

You don’t know

What’s going to pop up at you

Just prepare and take on the challenge

You feel life as if it’s heaven

But you must go through hell

To pass through the golden gates

Everything is essentially hard

Use your skills to make them easy

Your actions shape your destiny

Good actions straighten them out

People always take wider paths versus narrow paths

Isn’t that easier?

But who are the brave souls

Who will take the road less traveled

Life is not a piece of cake

Sometimes its not so sweet

Slipping through the cracks

Impossible

Stop trying to find an alternate route

It leads to no outlet or a dead end

Go on the path towards danger

Burden yourselves within the storms

Reaching old age

Finally you gain Rest

Your mission is complete

On to the next

Used to try to be like God

The Perfectionist

Hating tha act of failure

Abstaining from mistakes

Everyday is a new challenge with many unfulfilled tasks

Brushing my teeth to complete whiteness

Combing my hair with not one strand out of place

Ironing my clothes wrinkleless

Shoes tied in a perfect bunny knot

Spotless from the hair follicle to the toenail

Nothing is out of place

But, wait?

One wrinkle in my shirt;(

School work is another adventure

Ensure all letters are perfect

Having all punctuation marks in every sentence

Numbers equations and formulas

But, wait?

The period is not big enough

Exclamation point is not straight

Commas are not curved enough

I am going to die!!!!

My mentality is conditioned for perfection

But I must set it to me:Marcellus Burt

I am human

Mistakes are a part of my nature

Now striving to be my best

Because striving to perfection

Leads to destruction

A bunch of teenage soldiers

A realm of destruction despair violence and division

It’s everyone for themselves

Direct attacks can from anywhere

From the enemy even to your closest ally

Are you fit for this four year civil war?

Walking into the battelfield for the first time

Strangers locking eyes unto you like fresh meat

Thirsting for that moment to annihilate you

But you have a desperate desire to make peace with them

The only way is to turn your true identity

Into their reality

At times diseases spread from human to human

Infecting the whole population

No one has the courage to treat it

Or even have the panacea to completely cure it

Slowly it mutates and manifests into an epidemic

At times love creates connections between soldiers

This may actually be a guise for infatuation

Love and lust battle one another

Isn’t it obvious who the winner is?

Cliques create divisions and boundaries among them

Leaving few as outcasts

Don’t you dare show any compassion for them

Otherwise you may be one yourself

As for me

I let no darts or arrows come my way

I am cautious of all attacks in omnidirection

I may be an outcast in their eyes

But I have the potential to be promoted to a higher status

Because I am different,original

I am Marcellus Burt

And I will be a strong soldier and make it through this war

I accept the fact that I am an alien

An extraterrestrial in the realm of normalcy

I don’t want to be normal

Being normal is weird

But being is weird is normal

For me

Life can be difficult for an alien

Especially on the four-year educational journey

As you walk down the hallway

Eyes stare at you with compassion

Behind them is the burning desire to annihilate

I’m surprised their eyes have not gone up in flames

My intuition

Reveals the truth: No one cares for me

Destruction only exists within their hearts

Disparaging me is solely on their agenda

But fear has no place in my heart or mentality

I keep my “H-E-A-D U-P

And never G-I-V-E U-P”

On this journey

Most prefer to take the wider path

To get to the next level

I take the narrow path

The road less traveled

I have a thirst to encumber myself with burdens and challenges

At the end of the road is success

And the warm glow of satisfaction

I sense animosity and envy in the atmosphere

Why?

Because I did something “different”?

This is the most opportune time

To disparage me again isn’t it?

Invectives must be the only thing

That is on your tongue

Nothing but ignorance is what I hear

You have two ears and one mouth

So please try to listen twice as much as you speak

Then you could understand

The reason for my existence as an alien in the realm of normalcy