Rahzell the Poetic Gazelle

It kinda smells in here, why did they close the door?! I don't even know what day it is anymore. I am so lonely, no one to relate to my struggle, Even my partner gets relief with an occasional Snuggle. My power doubles all others: maybe my swag is too strong, Is this why I'm rarely used? Is this why I'm used wrong? I have so many capabilities; from delicate to formal, But regardless of the garment, they always choose normal. ...Intrigued to see more?

Sunday, January 28th, is the day, I'm at Local Coffee thinking about the life we'll create. For you in a world a veces seems full of hate, Fear and excitement fills my heart as I wait... And I wait... "Is he ready to be a father? Is he?" Yeah! but the thought of doing nothing makes me dizzy. You're Pinnochio, turning into a boy, so you're busy, And your mom does it all, I really hope you get to see ...Intrigued to see more?

I always thought the day that my Grandpapa passed, Would cause pain, despair, and grief that would last, Until my heart grew cold from an irreplaceable void, And I would no longer find happiness from what I once enjoyed. But none of this happened on March the first, When the pain of his loss should have been at its worst. Instead, I felt sadness for generations to come, Who will never get to witness generosity from, ...Intrigued to see more?