Alyana

Strutting her stuff

She flips her hair

Her head tossed,

In the fragrant air.

Voice shrill

Pitch so high

Inflections phony

Such a lie!

Chest out

Tummy in

Buttocks all about

Swagger’s mean

Smile that toothy grin

Dazzle and shine

I know what you mean

You’re after him!

He won’t budge, I tell you

I’m about to make him mine

At the end of the day, you’ll see

We will cross the line.

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Oh, there he is,

My future lover

Come sit with me

Not with any other.

Then lover comes;

Lover obeys

He’s mine now

Alyana, just you wait.

Alyana approaches

“Hi, baby” she says.

Lover stutters

Lover stares

Lover’s eyes misty

Lover’s eyes aglow

Lover’s lips curving

That smile I know.

My future gone,

My heart shattered

Alyana came close

To me: “Game Over.

From My Poetry Collection

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