This poem is really about accoountability....I hate when people claim victim for something they them self started. When I first moved to Atlanta I experienced gay community culture shock. I was persued by countless guys due to my looks but they did not like my mature, business minded independent mentality. The popular desire was for black men to be a thug which I was definitely now. So after countless failed attempts at pursuing guys that did not want an aticulate guy I started to confirm and pretend to be what they wanted but it was short lived because my core is a truly mutually respectable gentleman and refuse to pretend to be something I am not ever again. Take me as I am or keep it moving is my mentality now.
