"The Struggle" by ceniqua l proctor Lagrone aka nicole leshelle

Ravished by the controversial desires that slay me,

I cant keep the notion out of my head.

I transcend amongst the brutal thoughts of the closest ranged loyalty that I could find.

The friends that could alter all that I stand for.

I seek comfort where there is a  depicted shelter.

I feel myself vanishing in the audacity of my loved ones.

They could never be erect to my compotence,

They dont know me.

I can't begin to embrace the struggle that is hidden within me.

The nasty allegations that are still held captive in the meditation of their ignorance,

The subtle blows of annihilation,

The Babylonian efforts of the love that is not completely established.

I drown in exasperation.

The friends who knew me are now seeking my approval,

I only wish that the one who lays with me could recognize.

There is so much mutiny in my favor.

This record is driving me nuts as it creeks the same tone.

The heavy burden for craftiness overshadows my efforts,

The torment of errogance depletes my pure natural.

It devices a plan to confine me from my race.

I wrestle with the repetitve set backs of what i desire.

I cant let this master what is aspired

The dramatic transition that is required.

I hear a sweet voice saying you are almost there,

Although this seems unfair.

This all will soon be old,

The house made of clay will soon be Gold.