Stretches and yawns as the sun highlights the glow of her beautiful skin
Tired from last night’s events
Getting dolled up, hitting the party scene with her girls, telling them the tall guy in the blazer could get it
But never letting it go
Is this The Real Her?
Studying for midterm exams, going to office hours
Hair tied up in a bun, school sweatshirt, that guy’s school sweatpants, flip flops and her “I <3 Boobies rubberband”
Not looking for anything substantial but wanting something to fill her text inbox and bring out her dimples
But constantly stuck with arrogant idiots easily aroused by boy shorts
Is this The Real Her?
Daughter of the reverend, spitting image of the head female nurse
Spending all her time attempting to escape pleasant suburbia for the depths of the inner city
Moving beyond what her parents make, into how the guys on the corner focus on survival
Stepping over college applications and internship opportunities
Stepping into a world of crack, coke, pills, lean, deserted love, easy affection, and ulterior motives
But truly blinded by “love”
Is this The Real Her?
Whether it’s stories shared by the guys during a 2K12 session
Or text messages between women that preach love but tear down their fellow queens while praising a falsely crowned “king”
Her “story” has been shared throughout the city, by people who will never even breathe the same air as her
The judging of one can’t taint my opinion so I still go to the source and establish a connection
In hopes of discovering The Real Her
But even I can’t do that on my own
Discovery begins on the inside with a control on outside influences
Bring in the positive, understand the negative, be cautious of the neutral because of its potential to change
Enemies and friends have the same amount of letters for more reasons than coincidences
Master mistakes, applaud accomplishments, avoid arrogance, delight in defeat as you get up and walk towards a win…
…And know that no one knows The Real Her….besides The Real Her
