It’s no one’s fault, but mine alone,
The trials of life, soon disappeared,
Alone at night, put fear aside,
The bitter facts, that all men lie,
A bold denial, my tears flow miles.
I ran so hard, this race called life,
I spread my wings, grew up too quick,
Surrounded by friends, from college to graduation,
I grabbed each opportunity firmly, both hands gripped tightly.
It happened at three, that weekend it rained,
We gathered to party, after weeks of working,
Invited to Camden, a jazz bar and restaurant,
We totaled eight, four men with their lies.
Drinks flowed from the bar, mastercard on tap,
Men flirted with danger, women lingered in laughter,
Dinner deliciously digested, jazz smoothed our souls,
Sexy atmosphere around us, pretty drunk I sounded.
My boss stuck to my side, his hands wearing his vows,
He planted his hands, upon my knees,
I wasn’t ready and froze, his lips planted a kiss,
My mind lost in confusion, my body seeking translation,
This kiss opened a chapter, his lips broken my walls,
Sadness crept inside me, anger turned on and bite me,
I pulled away from him, the slap was well deserved,
I grew up way to quick, this story, his kiss was not my click.
By Julius Fa