Someone Else's Man

It’s not everyday when you’re a woman who everyone is angry with you because you’re just too good at being yourself. I mean, even men are upset because they can’t have what I bring to the table. You’re wondering what I really bring to the table, right? Let’s see if you can guess what I look like. Firstly, I don’t have a skin tone. People classify me in their own ways and give me unique compliments, but I just don’t have a skin tone. Caramel, warm caramel, BB creams, face masks and everything else under that category suits me really well. Blending is never a problem, I just look great. I know I have bedroom eyes, that’s something I have fully accepted and I don’t even know how to use it to my advantage. I really know nothing about myself and how I look, everyone else knows it though and they make sure that they tell me whenever I give them a chance to interact with me. Anyway. My hair is always different and again, everything suits me. I’ve tried every hairstyle in the book and my darling, I have a cute head. I have a “Caucasian” nose so that just completes the appearance of my face. The last thing I’ll talk about will be my lips and then we’re done. I have lovely lips, thanks a lot. I probably sound like someone who’s got it all together with a nicely aligned and responsible lifestyle. Somewhat, yes. I also go through the hardest hurdles and no one believes me when any of it happens. Being God’s chosen child is something we’re asking about daily, right? It doesn’t end but your life is good. That’s God. The families that raised me are just like me. We mind our own business and we make our own decisions. I don’t remember seeing my parents at each other’s necks, shouting in front of my siblings and I, not speaking to each other or giving each other sweet kisses randomly, or just being stupid. We love unity and love, if that’s even a thing. I haven’t had my fair share of relationships yet and I don’t think it needs to get there. I could do well with experiencing so much more than heartbreak and it just takes knowing when to stop when you’re not needed anymore. I need to start the story now. I’ll give you my personal information in Episode 1. Bye.