Gentlemen’s Club
[House Arrest, Midterm Test] Brunette, closed-set, no regrets.. I walk into the room with my cigarette.. All the eyes zoom to my silhouette.. They think they’re Romeo, so they call me Juliet, but they’d be incorrect, cause they’ve never met my type of intellect.. I’ve got battle scars miles far across my chest, and yet, I still won’t second guess a single quest, or reassess what’s in my head.. I’m an activist — my hearts