Friends often say to me, "you are like a man", sometimes I laugh it off but then other times I genuinely fee bad about it. Everyday when I wake up, dust powder over my nose, pick up my bag and go out into the streets to hustle, I do not do it because I want to be anything, I do it because that is the minimum life will take from me before It gives me a pass to sit on my throne. Within the seeming coldness and aloofness lies a warm creature that wants to love, wants to be loved, wants to own, to possess, to claim and never let go. But the world we I live in doesn't give one tiny bit of love that it won't question, attempt to take back or even outrightly replace with hate. It can't be helped.