I want to write poetry, yet nothing comes to life. A poem of love, a poem of strife. A poem that reveals that fear is not a factor. Fear is not real because it doesn't even matter. I want to write a poem about moving on with life, being content with my choices, regardless of who's wife. Because I am my own woman, a black woman, a true Queen. My ego is in a modest mode, yet my reflection is well seen. I want to write about men. About children. About the world. Yet, I can't really capture the words I want. It's as if I'm a little girl. A little girl full of emptiness and nothingness surround. Yet, I'm a woman with visions that are screaming to be unbound. Unbound from the fear of being loved and getting all the affection. Unbound from the fear of losing my lover's attention. But why should I doubt my feminine ways? Because there's nothing wrong with me. I see that more and more ...... everyday.