I
AM GAY?
I know it sounds awkward, but what if
it is true. All those smooth sexy legs revealed from your bump shorts, and
those cleavage and flat belly revealed from your crop tops, what if they do not
entice my fantasy?
Those
nails that make you look like witches; make-ups that make you look like
masquerades. What if I dislike them? Does it make me gay?
Those
glossy pink lips make me want to kiss, but I almost choked when I perceived
that oozing odour. At first I thought we were standing close to a rest room,
then I realised your mouth was open, and I could see that green leaf from an
overdone vegetable soup sticking out from your canine teeth.
I
get confused each time I see you with a make-up. I wonder how beautiful you
were, and how make-up can change you into a beast. I took you for a stranger
after you took off your weave-on to maintain your natural hair.
I
was labelled gay because I somehow disliked things that were too artificial; I
would prefer her natural hair to those attachments. I cannot remember the last
time I kissed her lips without having a taste of lip-gloss.
I
am not trying to be rude, I like girls, but I like them more when they
appreciate the natural way they were made, you can add little touches to that
nature, but don’t make them too artificial. Why fix lashes if God adored you
with them, and your skin colour could have been better if you did not bleach
them.
Seriously,
I cannot be gay. By the way, what will I be doing with a fellow guy; he has
everything I have. I am the kind of person that goes for things I do not have
not things I already have. So do not get the wrong perception, am just trying
to say my mind. No offence though.
Augustus Bill
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