Very few...

I'm scared n I ain't afraid to admit it... Females are to in to self for as far as my eyes can tell... Wicked creature confusing the configuration of luv... It's all them even when they get what they want... Petrified to go in with the show to hold my remains... It's like a death trap that clings to the hype of the fame... A dead end when it comes to making a true friend... Always takin notice in the recognition that reacts to their own ways... Claiming men are the ones that have no heads n are fed up with em always constantly wanting sex... Yet free them up in to a single status n every one of them is the biggest freaks... There's a massive miscommunication that I run from at all costs... If they're tryin to get in beneath my zone, I'm gone... They're to emotionally outta wack to keep a respectable mentality talking trash... N it's unattractive to watch grown azz women pretend to be so alone... Knowing damn well they're fan base surpasses ours by far... N it makes it hard... I'mma jus tell ya I refuse to tread lightly or she will leave... My thought process of the bs is go so I can breath... I don't do well with control freaks tryin to tell me who they want me to be... It's sad I've met so very few that is ok with the way we move... In tune with the differences that brings us together beneath the moon... N it seems those hardest on us is the loyalty in tongues when shit breaks down... I fear for my life when stares last longer than the twist that's gonna wind up comin from their mouths... Real is an illusion to lil girls in full figured bodies hating everyone bcuz she's not perfect in her own eyes... I jus don't have the time... But I'm honest n they don't like it when I see who they are... Hardy har har... Guess maturity ain't  part of the package as the jokes on us... Fuck it, All I wanna do is be touched...