Being S.A.N.D.Y.

Being S.A.N.D.Y. is like a mysterious puzzle trapped in the vortex. I can act like a happy camper be a bitter black woman. I can the housewife and be totally unhappy about it. I can be the girl next door and hunger for a life that can never be bought. I am unique in that nature. However I choose to be different from the rest and decide the life S.A.N.D.Y. needs to live. I allow S.A.N.D.Y. to make her own choices and fall for those who are out of her league. The thing is that she just does not see it. She dreams of the high class but is still attracted by the ghetto. She longs for the world's riches and yet can not seem to get past. She is surrounded by the vanity seen, and can not seem to get over it. She is a mindless robot who used to wonder around in circles for answers she already knew the answers to. I allow to think for herself. She now impresses no one else but herself. She is confident in what the good Lord has blessed her with. I have programmed her with the intelligence she needs to succeed. I do not allow to be anyone's doormat. Everyone knows their place around her. She chooses to no get too attached to anyone she has met in her life. That, my friend, is her decision. She believes that it will save her many unnecessary tears. I can not agree nor disagree to that statement. The girl, S.A.N.D.Y. is not all that you see. She believes that everything you see is exactly what you get. But no, truth be told, she does not open up truthfully to just anybody. She has her secrets, deep in her soul. Some secrets that she herself has not uncovered. Deep into the night, if you're lucky, she might give you a clue on her true personality. Depending on how you look at her, she was designed to appear on the cover on Vogue magazine. Her skin has a bronze caramel colour, slim, with the curves of Coca-Cola Classic bottle. Her eyes smile as each lash touch and make one. She has the skin of a fair maiden, the smile of a goddess on a Midsummer's Night Dream. She has created a mask that no one can see through though. She believed that she was doing the world a favour by hiding. But all that she was doing was killing the very essence of her existence. Her soul. She, my friend is S.A.N.D.Y., and she is the pearl within the shell. Hidden deep into the see, and once found she becomes a rare and priceless jewel. But the pearl goes to whosoever finds her. Satiety And Nonpareil Diamond Yet.