Encountered Poem by Quencela Sikes

I am encounted everywhere, is it the way I wear my hair?
The way I love to share?
The way I like to pair with guys who like Chardonay?
Why can't they be mean to me?
Should I be mean to them, no cause that isn't me.
But I was never yelled at, never told I would go to hell.
No one ever told on me cause of the mistakes I made.
I am Encountered, everywhere because people love me for some strange odd reason, but I thank them for not neglecting on me.