Sitting in quarts of in-se-cu-ri-ty.
Scrubbing confidence with the sponge of doubt
Denial spicing the breeze; steadily
She is, but what others have deemed her to
Be-ing she needs the world’s cold/soft embrace
In-advert- she displayed like herd of sheep
Jeans frayed, torn at seams; Joy’s lost all it seems
Speaking of destructive things; dozing dreams.
But, no bills of green or sensual
Flings can bring her to what she needs
For it strives in life’s puzzle left to piece
Once void is filled she needs not to weep
For she minds her own and she knows this such
She requires most of the world not much.
by Garvey Jackson
Who is this girl who is taking my place?
Perfume smells of roses on her neck lay.
He talks of her hair, eyes, smile, oh that face!
Dark and devouring, what can I say?
Oh, and that genie, tall and big and blue,
His, “You ain’t never had a friend like me,”
It burns like a fire inside my soul. You
Must remember your old friend. Can’t you see?
On the other hand, I am jealous too.
I have fallen madly in love with her.
Jasmine, woman of my dreams, I must woo.
Why we are just alike, minus the fur.
Aladdin, please don’t forget your old friend!
Look out; Aboo might become your new fiend.