I don’t know about you
But I always fall for the bad boys
The ones who lay half naked in speedos
On the beach in the summer sun
Basking like lazy iguanas on the island of Santiago
I don’t know about you
But l have always fallen for the bad boys
The ones that are tall and have tanned skins with cryptic tattoos
The boys who walk shirtless on the high street like models of Abercrombie and Fitch
I don’t know about you
But I always fall for the one and only boy
With a cigar in one hand and a bottle of liquor in the other
The one who visits the gym daily
Has a six-pack, takes a protein shake
And dons American apparel underwear
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Alana Zian
Am an introverted poet from Africa who is trying to find joy in words. Am also a student trying to make a living from writing specifically paying my tuition please support and share my stories if you can. https://ko-fi.com/alandon
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If we are all human Why do you have a gun Why do you want to shoot me Why does my race matter you Am running it the way, I want You say I am inferior And you are superior But you still hunt me down Isn’t that madness In broad daylight If we are all human Why do you stab me in the back Why do you say I am the criminal For as far as I know I work day and night To put food on my child’s table And I never rest Because if I do He will go hungry And beg on the streets Is it this that you want Do Black lives even matter If we are all human Why do you give me the dirty work Why am I the slave here Don’t I have the qualifications For a white-collar job And then you say it is a modern world Every man for himself God for us all And am wondering how did we reach here Are we still in ancient times If racism is what everybody is wearing Like a black suit to the funeral If we are all human Let us all have compassion For one another Let us all have the freedom To go wherever we want To be who we were meant to be Without being ashamed of our skin tones For they come in different colours Let civilians throw away the guns They are meant for the military For our country is no warzone Let us treat women with respect For they need it just like the men Let us all have equal rights For we are all equal infront of The God Almighty
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