A Handsome man is everybody's man. These are the words that plague my mind. I sit in tears, thinking about the years, when I was ugly. They used to laugh and pick at me. Call me a Tall Tree. I sit and remember when she said I was dark like Tar on a hot tin roof. I sit and bask in her bane words, "You are too dark me" How could I pretend? Deep inside I wished for the day to bleach my skin. But thangs changed. I went from ugly to handsome. Now I wish someone had my beauty locked for ransom. Because now I cannot get anyone to be secure in me. They say I am shady. She says she knows I have 5 to 50 other ladies. I promise her, that she is the only one in my life. But she refutes my cries. I asked God, why did he make be handsome. For I have been cursed with something I never asked for. Everytime it is the same thang. He is too good to be true. Handsome, Smart, Intelligent and he got in going on too. How can he with so much beauty talk to me. I say I am not perfect, I have my faults and trials. Yet she refutes my cry. A Handsome man is everyones man. I made my bed hard of playing women, and taking their souls. Now I lay in my bed of Ice, which I created. It feels so alone and so cold. Please forgive me, for hurting their hearts. I never realized I would reap such pain as this. Pain like, having 10 women, but never recieving one real kiss. The Woes of a Handsome man.