Shining is not my thing.
But I found a prince,
Whom though he would be king soon.
My mask didn't let him see me.
The rebellious,
Depressed,
Young black woman.
They must not know.
All they want are words and body and sex.
Not skin , thoughts or feelings.
The mask protect me.
Keep me a mystery.
My first kiss gone to the prince.
A 'taste' of whom I am.
He didn't back down.
Nor normally do want normally happens.
To threaten my purity.
I was willing but it was 12.
I must go.
My mask will be more sensitive at this time.
It's white will glow and the Rose will go from passionate red to
Deathly black.
I was the star of the night.
But i didn't want to be seen.