18.9.03
I hate to admit it but...
One time, I really did fall in love with this girl, she was everything I was looking for and more. There was nothing about her that I didn't love. The way she looked, the way she smiled- and most of all the way she listened. She would just listen and smile and nod, I could talk to her for hours on end, and still find things to talk about. All the while I thought I was drawing her in, reeling her little by little. Then one day, I told her exactly how I felt, I poured out my heart, I laid it all on the line and surprsingly she said that she felt the same way- except for one little thing- she was intimidated by my ability to do the Moonwalk and impersonate Michael Jackson.
Obviously, I was devastated. My world have been built around this part of me that I could not change, I was torn between the person I was, and the person I could never be. I could not help it if my arms immediately popped and locked when "Billy Jean" came on the radio. I should not be to blame if my feet just magically start snaking across the dance floor smooth as as stoned side-winder when I hear the tune of "Bad". I cannot help it if I was gifted with the ability to spin, to shake, to move- to just plain GROOVE like Michael Jackson, James Brown, and Ricky Martin. People that are like us don't ask to be born this way- we just are. I mean face it, I am just like you- Only I can dance a heck of a lot better.
But that's alright, that's okay- One day I will rise up and people will give me the credit I deserve. I will know Miss Right when I see her doing the worm on the dance floor, or the head spin. We will form a blissful two part harmony, a choreographed romance that will make the world stand up and take notice- and in that moment, when all eyes are on us- I will not look back like Lot's wife, to see what might have been, rather, I will stare straight ahead because I won't want to miss anything in my star studded future.
One time, I really did fall in love with this girl, she was everything I was looking for and more. There was nothing about her that I didn't love. The way she looked, the way she smiled- and most of all the way she listened. She would just listen and smile and nod, I could talk to her for hours on end, and still find things to talk about. All the while I thought I was drawing her in, reeling her little by little. Then one day, I told her exactly how I felt, I poured out my heart, I laid it all on the line and surprsingly she said that she felt the same way- except for one little thing- she was intimidated by my ability to do the Moonwalk and impersonate Michael Jackson.
Obviously, I was devastated. My world have been built around this part of me that I could not change, I was torn between the person I was, and the person I could never be. I could not help it if my arms immediately popped and locked when "Billy Jean" came on the radio. I should not be to blame if my feet just magically start snaking across the dance floor smooth as as stoned side-winder when I hear the tune of "Bad". I cannot help it if I was gifted with the ability to spin, to shake, to move- to just plain GROOVE like Michael Jackson, James Brown, and Ricky Martin. People that are like us don't ask to be born this way- we just are. I mean face it, I am just like you- Only I can dance a heck of a lot better.
But that's alright, that's okay- One day I will rise up and people will give me the credit I deserve. I will know Miss Right when I see her doing the worm on the dance floor, or the head spin. We will form a blissful two part harmony, a choreographed romance that will make the world stand up and take notice- and in that moment, when all eyes are on us- I will not look back like Lot's wife, to see what might have been, rather, I will stare straight ahead because I won't want to miss anything in my star studded future.
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