Everybody Wants To Be Hollywood
I was packing heat as i entered the school today.
Armed with cutting edge looks,
cocking my head slightly to the left and laughing,
when i heard the GROMITS spreading their rumors about me.
I pulled out my weapon of choice:
an added a half smile to my wicked, yet gracefully arched eyebrow,
while i floated past a notorious group of hetero seniors.
I could feel their eyes roam my body,
up and down my legs,
over my smoothe chest,
running through my hair.
They wrapped their lustful thoughts around me,
to replace the longing of wanting to be close to this unattainable.
Turning up my "MONEY, SUCCESS, FAME, GLAMOUR-"
The pulse of hatred and lust just fuled my sheilded strut.
I slid out from behind my Aldo sunglasses,
revealing my wise yet veaunerable eyes.
Flashing with strength and pride,
he sees a softness to them.
A boy-turning man looks up from his group of testosterone,
and i steal his gaze, while silently seducing him.
His "friends" punch him in the shoulder,
and he's suddenly sucked back into the cold of reality,
and sheepishly turns his back.
Klea runs rampant through my mind,
vibing her beats,
trancing my body,
and it pushes me harder,
it makes me high.
It makes me strong.
It makes me powerful.
It makes me perfect.
Matty B.
