Guess Who
You'd think I was a rockstar…
It is crazy how my life began, as a thieving desert bandit, and gradually moving on up to a wealthy chick's boyfriend, then a man with future of a baseball star. Sometimes I close my deep, dark onyx eyes and dream of the parents I never knew. What were they like? Are they still alive?
Fuck, sometimes it gets lonely in this cold-ass world. There are so many beautiful women in this world; so beautiful and exotic with curvy figures that will drive a man crazy; and still, life feels so damn incomplete.
Ha-ha. Can you imagine that? Me? With my intense love of women? Every night there is a different, beautiful woman in my bed and every morning I wake up beside her, staring into her face wondering why she is here, with me, when I cannot give her anything. Does she actually believe that when I reach fame, I will remember her name among all of the other countless women that have lain in my bed? Ha-ha, these women think they are one in a million!
I have a jealous, rich-ass girlfriend, desperate for attention. Why in the hell is she so insecure? She has everything. Every damn thing! She thrives on the fact that I cheat; it gives her something to yell about and cause a big scene so she can be the center of attention. Just like the other chicks. And what do I have? I live a life co-dependent on her and two seconds of fame with a chick who wakes up, praying to God she's pregnant so she have a piece of me to make her rich beyond belief.
But do not be deceived, I am an optimistic person with one helluva love for women; I love my girlfriend. I love the way she looks when I am hovering over her, her legs shaking as she braces herself for my entrance. I love that her body is only made for me, the way she bares her weakness and fears to me. She knows who I am, and she secretly accepts it. But we both know, she doesn't know herself and she won't accept it. Deep down; we're both afraid of who we are.
Do you know what I think about when I am playing baseball? I think about my dreams, I feel freedom, and making my parents proud; wherever they are. For those moments; I feel like a rockstar. And my fears? They don't exist.