Ronald was a cute cute cute boy…
but see, he ain’t know it.
See, Ronald was told all his life that he was attractive, but he ain’t never believe it.
He grew up with a younger brother that got all the attention and all the toys.
This left poor Ronald fighting and rebelling for his parent’s love.
Ronald was also gay and was looking for Wolves to make him feel appreciated.
He would fall for their empty compliments because he wanted love.
He would do whatever these Wolves said because he felt that they “loved” him somehow.
I ain’t recall a night of peen “love”, but whatever.
Ronald fucks, sucks, and ends up alone once they are done with him.
The story of “Ronald” is much like some of ours.
We are looking for that Wolf-In-Armor to come rescue our asses and be our “Beacon of Self Worth“.
Sadly, a Wolf can sniff out low self esteem in a heart beat and use it against us.
Why do we look for validation from others when we need to look in a damn mirror?
Why are we searching for something that can only be found in oneself?
It’s like we are in one dark ass room looking for the door to get out,
but we are too busy feeling around looking for a switch.
I had to ask…
Are you searching through another for your self esteem?
When you are insecure, you live in a world that feels like a cage.
You are constantly searching for something that feels like a never ending quest.
You look at others and admire what they have.
Insecurity also makes you do the damnedest things when you meet a Wolf.
He could be perfect and exactly what you were looking for.
Since you are looking for “yourself” at the moment, you fuck it ALL up…
If he says smash the homies: DONE.
Only calls you for head: WHAT TIME?
Only loves you for your fat ass: GOD! I HOPE I DONT LOSE IT!
Talks down to you and calls you stupid: WELL MY MAMA DID CALL ME DUMB GROWING UP…
It is the same constant spiral a Fox don’t need to be in.
It only leaves you feeling drained and used.
You wake up, look in the mirror one day, and say, “WHO HAVE I BECOME?!“
I am not one to fall for flattery from no Wolf.
I don’t need a Wolf to tell me I look good.
I KNOW I look good and you don’t think I look good, you can get the entire FUCK out my face.
I use to look at people who were better than me and feel sad back in the day.
I will admit that they are Foxes out here who put my brown ass to shame.
Sadly, a majority of them were looking for validation through picture comments and hard pipe.
My ass is still tight, while theirs looks like week old lasagna.
A FOX AIN’T GOT THE TIME FOR DIAPERS.
Wolves tell me all the time that I look good.
They think that I will bow down to the Great Wolf Dick because he showed me some attention.
Wolves end up liking me because I don’t pay them any mind.
I do a nice IGNORE until he comes correct.
The same shit you told me you done told some other nigga earlier.
These compliments he is dishing out ain’t really shit but empty words and hopeless promises.
Just so he can get some bomb…
As I live in this lifestyle, I see so many insecure Foxes, Wolves, and Hybrids.
They know themselves, but do they really?
Television has people thinking they are in some reality show.
Yet, they up on video camera looking like common whores because they feel that will get them liked.
Naw, that gets you fucked.
But realistically, is this all we are doing?
Flattering each other to be someone’s piece of one night ass?
Can I expect more, or do I need to get a 1 bedroom mansion to go?
I started to wonder…