Sneaking out with my friends To meet a middle-aged man With intent on stealing my virtue Talking of red wings, things I Knew absolutely nothing of Other than it was vile Friends with plans to steal away with me Telling me I shouldn’t wait And…

There was a point in time When I used to despise myself Much to my own undoing I stripped away layers Unveiling my true self Assuming that I was loved for just that But who I was inside was never quite enough Concealed by the…