I Dream In Extremes

…seem to do more than I don’t

…tend to oversimplify so I won’t have any middle ground

My downfall is I found sex too young and self too late

Now I’m waiting for my fate to catch up with my circumstance

I dance with myself when I’m alone

Pretending someone I call my own spies me dancing with another.

Shocked with disbelief.

I once gave my heart to a thief who pawned it for a dollar.

Now I’m forced to live in squalor while the thief counts his riches

I pity the bitches who take pride in their Prada but have shallow souls

With angry fists their lives crumble in drama while I watch it unfold

And they grow old

Get over to get by

I sometimes get stuck in the shudder before the cry.

But in a blink of an eye am back again.

To be the perfect lover.

The best friend.

I pretend during the day; at night I just dream

In a total spectrum of extremes.

*poem by michele “MiMi” mitchell transcribed from memory may differ from original