It Hurts

All I want you to do
Is sit.
Just sit and listen
To what I have to say.
I mean
please just be still
Be easy
And allow me to get this off my
Chest.
Now
I must caution u
That the words I’m about to speak
May damage your ego
And make your heart go
Weak.
But you know that they
Say about the
TRUTH
It hurts.
I would like to articulate that
I love you
And nothing will ever change that
But despite popular belief
I know in my heart
That I don’t want you back
thats truth baby that’s fact
I’m ready to close the cheaper
Hell
Burn the fucking book
All the butterflies
In the stomach
Along with the googley eyes
Lost in hour long
Daydreams
Them feelings have been shook
Shaken, there gone
My heart skips not beats
When your name is spoke
But instead now the taste of vomit
Fills the back of my throat
But you know that they
Say about the
TRUTH
It hurts.
I used to think that you
Where the one God made for me
And that one day
We’d meet in front of the priest
And exchange I do’s
But that was all just a dream
In all actuality
Our reality
Was nothing more
Then a Freddy Kroger sweet dream
A nightmare
But you know that they
Say about the
TRUTH
It hurts.
I want to leave you with this
If you hear nothing else I say
Today I need you to understand
That you are the
Worst thing that could
Happen to a female
The most awful type of man
I would not
Wish you upon
My worst enemy
But you know that they
Say about the
TRUTH
it hurts

First-Born

Some people would say that you never existed
That I was in no way far
Enough along to feel like
I do
But damn it
That just not true
You where someone to me
As so as I found
I was a mommy to be
But now I’m not any more because your gone
Lost to me forever
For reason unexplained
I will never get to
Hold you
Or see you smile
I
Never even had the opportunity
To give you a name
But
Im told that everything happens for a reason
And that for you to be taken
From
Is just Gods way of preparing me for something
Better
But what could
Have been better then my first born?
Even though I never got
To meet you
Mommy loves you.

Bad Dreams

You are the last person with whom I wish to speak
But
Can you please
Please grant me this one simple request
And stay out of my dreams
Its like
As of late
At night
When I lay down
To rest
From a long hard day
I’m confronted with images of you
Instead of relaxing and rejuvenating for the next day.
The sweet bliss of sleep
Comes not to me.
Instead I wake
Exhausted from
Having spent the night Running
Running
From bad dreams

Make My Heart Melt

At night I fall to my knees and pray
One for my family
One for my friends
And lastly
That the lord  bless this humble
And faithful
Servant
With
The man of her dreams
Amen!
Is that asking for two much?
But I don’t want
Just any kind of man
I’m talking
The kind who likes to read books
And looks good while he cooks
Naked
You know what I am sayin
One who writes letters and sends
Me flowers ever other day
But
Not no
Sugar coated maybe on the
DL type…
More of a
Mans man
With strong hands
And brains to match
There are too many
Mediocre things in life for
Us to let love to be one of
Them.
ALL I WANT
Is a good man
The man of my dreams
That guy who has
No kids
A job
And a two car garage
With at least a credit score
Of 675
And no
I am not all about the
Superficial
And its not a requirement
Of mine
That he has to be super fine
Just someone
I’m attracted
To. . .
That
(pardon my French)
Knows how to blow my whistle
The kind of man
With
Power in is love
And passion
In his stroke
I need a man
With the thunder down below
Who can work it real fast
Or work it
Real slow
He also needs to
Have mastered
The art of
Devotion
Cause I have been broken
And
I’m still
Damaged
With have visible scars
I need a man who wants
A women like me
Independent
Strong
Black
Educated
Yet
Tired, so tired
Of screaming independent
And ready to start depending
On him.
I understand that people
Have flaws
That why I’m
Not searching for
MR PERFECT
Just
the man of my dreams
The one who won’t even
have to say a word to
make my heart melt.