In the game of love I have all the right or necessary equipment to attract the opposite sex, but the moment my mouth begins flapping I say all the wrong things. My alter ego, comes out the one I hid a long time ago, she was a bitch, now I got that stuck up thing going on not on purpose but as a shield from all the Bullshit I’ve been put through…the heart break, the drama, and let’s not forget the felons. The minute I started looking for that nice guy who doesn’t have the world but has all the necessary traits to accomplish what he endeavors. MY biggest mistake is chasing the bad boy or entrepreneurs. Yet another reason I am alone no one holds a candle to the one who stole it all eight years ago. I’ve ran into the nerd, the felon, the ex, and the for fun but not worth the disease types. FUCK LOOKING FOR LOVE IS HARDER THAN GRADUATING COLLEGE…AT LEAST IN COLLEGE THEY GAVE YOU THE FUCKING ANSWERS
If my life were a movie it would be a drama, brought up in poverty, grew up in personal politics. Show what’s wrong was right and what right was wrong. To many ghettos to many hoods & yet I’m still an outsider still carry no matter what I’ve accomplished. I’ve got a label on my shoulders or maybe the middle of my forehead. Rise above the drugs rise above the alcohol and yet still persecuted for the color of my skin. This is south Dakota the land of my people where the Sioux met the Arapahoe and here I exist. watch and I’ll put on a show for you. Show you the domesticated side or I can show you the person that wants to scream about equality and persecution. It’s easier to blame the one with color in this town than it is to understand that criminals exist in every color. 21st century rules of ethics, never say aloud the hate but wait until privacy takes a place. I love this town of my relatives but hate the name that follows me everywhere I go with unknown dangers hiding in the shadows or right in your face disliking your for your family or your race….Make a promise as I speak to my nephew who’s the polar opposite of me blonde hair and the most gorgeous blues eyes….don’t hate, that’s God’s work, don’t hate anyone for their color or how they dress, promise me you’ll remember your native American auntie Angel.