see it's super funny to me that they think you are oh so tough you walk around like you're still this diamond in the rough but to those of us that know the real you, you're simply baby girl you live and die for your children and your sister is your whole world when it's time to command the stage you're this....sexual fiend but soon as you make it home it's time to be mommie, cook, and clean you give the world this attitude that vicious and oh so mean when in reality you're this soft spoken, easily hurt, beautiful black queen real talk you ain't never been in no freakin menage the freakiest place you ever got down was in your own garage ain't no chics face ever dipped in your sugar bowl but i guess that's that type of talk that gets records sold you talk about being a semen swallower and a cum seeker i can't front on you with that one...i've seen you turn the quietest man into a shrieker you write the deepest pieces that bring tears to my eyes but you only spit pieces that bring wetness between thighs or make men's nature rise often makes me wonder why you would chose to imply that your are a runna of sorts constantly getting angry retorts making people think you would fall short in intellectual conversation if they only knew that your level of education would exceed their highest expectation i've heard people speak of you as nothing more than a hoodrat even heard a few people in the crowd say yeah...i could hit that still you say nothing to show them otherwise i'm just worried that this could lead to your poetic demise you say you simply give the people what that want you don't care what they think and are extra nonchalant you told me once that you spit that way because even whores need a voice and that they don't ever have to know the real you, unless it's by your own choice we sat down once and had a long talk about the woman they think you are after i sat and watched dozens of eyes follow you around the bar i saw you make everyone feel special and important saw them watch you like you were nothing short of heaven-sent then onto the stage you went and you changed up 100% and against my advice and consent you began to represent someone that is totally beneath you i don't care how much the crowd may ahhh and ooooohh they don't know half of the things that you've been through or that their foot could never fit into your shoe still they try to stick to you like glue but they're so phony, so transparent, so freakin see through if you sneezed these same people, wouldn't even bother to bless you so i begged you to bid them adieu you shooed me away and said you knew what you were getting into and that'd you been around the block more than a time or two you give them what they want and sometimes even what they need you may not do it conventionally but you always plant a seed and that you will continue to do what some may call mislead with the stories that make you succeed in showing the world that writers come in all types of breeds and to never sleep on or bite the hand that feeds your mental or lyrical hunger because eventually they'll wish they were among those that took the time find out the difference between tennille and ms yea is honestly as big as the difference between night and day with that i finally understood and had nothing more to say because it was then that i saw that they may judge your for the woman your poems portray but that you could care less and wouldn't have it any other way
The future Mrs. of a KING...the mother of a PRINCE and a PRINCESS.
2. "^UP^ 4 Selt-Enlighten~ment" In response to Reply # 0
I ain't gon' lie -- reading extremely LONG stuff is a chore for me -- -- so I usually avoid the long ones ... unless some kinda magnet ~draws~ me to it.
... so let's just say, I was drawn to ^this^
*Good Write / Enlightening Read*
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥