Friday, April 18, 2008

I just type..written tonight

I should have taken the other road
The one that stayed on the path with him
Because with you..
I know your plan
You sought me out
To make my world dim
You saw me as young
You saw a big ass sign
On my forehead that said
DUMB

Haha
Jokes one you
Because I may not
Be able to answer an equation
But I'm way smarter than you
The thing is..
I should have listened to myself
And stayed w/ dude
Because you saw me as exactly that
a whore who could make a pretty baby
combined from that thick shit
that comes from ur nut sack
And he would never talk to me
like you do
you are a batterer
You like to abuse
I fight back
It’s what I’m used to
you got exactly what you wanted
how you like that
I got the worst end of the deal
my nightmares are coming true

I look at my problems in the mirror
every day
i'm sure you never look at yours
how can you live that way

You always point the finger
When you're holding the trigger
I’m always wrong
The bad guy
Who is a girl
Just like your wife was
Why didn’t I see the signs
There is always two side to every story
I don’t know why I didn’t get hers
She’s doing good now
With a man of her own
She couldn’t be that bad
If he’s sticking around so long
I’ve never had a man treat me this way
And if I gotta move all my shit out tomorrow
Like them bitches in the life time movies
Every thing will work out
And I’ll be okay
Because if your going to try to kick my ass
Now with words
Welcome to my world
Cuz lil buddy I got you beat
Feel the fire
I got that heat

And what’s so bad
Is that I still love you
No man has touched me
And I don’t know if I want one to
Because if they act all crazy
And flip out over pussy like you do
He can stay where he’s at
Cuz you’ve tainted me dude
You have some physical scars
Why don’t you take a pic and post em
Show the world what ya baby momma
Did when you pushed her
I have bruises that will last deep
You were my first love
I was only 19
I should have listened to my enemies
Who hated
That’s probably the only time they were right
I ain’t have no business w/ somebody
That multiplies my age
Lord love is a hard thing
But what Don say
Sometimes you gotta let go…
And let it be..

Call me….Because we need to talk
Ohhh..somebody bet me some money..
That he won’t call..
Or I’ll call and he won’t pick up the phone..
Childish..

2 comments:

Don said...

wow @ this poem.

raw emotions, @ its finest.

then i saw where you spoke up on my sentiments...

you write poetry like i write it. from the pit of the stomach.

Like them bitches in the life time movies ...mad flavor.

All-Mi-T [Thought Crime] Rawdawgbuffalo said...

i agree w don, exceptional, feeling , pain, vehemenance exceptional


never dumb, i dont get down like that potiential for greatness yes, and even more still i see in u