The Sweet Kind Poem by Stefanie Fontker

The sweet kind
Ones that smile
And dance, hands up
In the air, twirling
Drinking, not drunk
Snorting, not coke
Pretty in clothes
Awkward out of them
High heel wearing
Church going girls
That clutch your arm
Gentle and caring
Like you're a normal
Member of some
Society you have
Long ago forgotten
They ask you for your
Name, a name is not real
Not in this world
But, you answer
And can't help
The swell in your heart
At their small talk,
Their pearly white grins
And you can't help
The vague feeling
Of dehumanization
When they walk away
Hips swaying ever so slightly
Over to the next
Dumb, love-sick chump