Shaneia Says...

today it's stoic, the line separating her full lips the center of attention a smile simply put to maintain even cheekbones.. it's vagueness proving she's "fine" it's a smile made for battle, ambiguously crafted to lure onlookers practiced, calculated.. indifferent. yesterday it was deep. dimpled and u-shaped. way too perfect to be altruistic. that one frightened me reminded me that i can only see what she shows. it made me helpless. funny how fragile she becomes with that monstrous grin. i have been in the company of the confidence and pride fueling this version and i concur that they are large and present and functioning parts of her whole.. but still, she just appeared breakable under that heavy, shiny smile. i couldn't remember the beauty of the fullness of her cheeks.. yesterday they debuted as overworked muscles. i marvel at her ability - not to be or appear transparent, those tricks are for kids. it's her ability to sell transpa...

What they say supposedly doesn't matter until it becomes the trusted source of my reputation My own actions become secondary to the chatter invented to give meaning to what I do I hear they're made up meanings and I raise my glass to they're incredulous interest Let's toast to what they believe: When I give, it's solely to ensure I'm owed later on When I love, it's to fill a void left open due to some past tragedy that eludes even me When I hurt, I'm reaping the hurt that I caused someone else When I cry, it's so the onlookers sight becomes so magically blurred that they see me in a completely different light When I dance, it's to ensure that I own the spotlight When I sing, I only mean to drown out the voices around me I extend frienship only to escape my pending loneliness I work hard because my ego needs the stroking and the accolades give me self-worth Who am I to question the meaning they've determined for my actions Who are they to dete...