PRIME MATES floetry by MaNGOD & Poetess Elle McLin ~MaNGOD~ The investments, the real estate, the cars and cash, the gods of man and hes still kickin your azz You accept this as love while his knuckles and your jaw go together like hand in glove, luv... Whats it going to take, Your soul pulling up stakes before You finally realize that fools a flake? I offer an alternative, these material things I cant frequently give but My heart, My mind, Self sacrifice and reason to love and live... You smile at My stroking Your hair, understanding Your pain, then You turn back to him and We repeat this refrain Im more than empathetic, Im in love with you and I just cant help it, You mean well keeping Me on this side of the law but I wasnt raised with this set of ethics Im tired of telling You Youre beautiful in black & blue, whys he allowed to disrespect You when Im the One who respects and deserves You? Ive seen this rerun for the very last time, In My mind hes done puttin his hands on whats truly Mine, tell that muthafuqa, naw dont tell him shyt, dont waste the dime, Ima come str8 Goon and stomp where the sun dont shine... ~Elle~ My upbringing was strange you see, I was taught to love him before me Mama was beaten so bad, my father was all I seen as a husband and dad The more he put his hands on mom you know, the more she loved him and couldn’t let go I saw the sacrifices she made, and daddy spoiled her rotten every time he’s paid He only got angry sometimes and slapped her face, then back at nice and a warm embrace And it was every blue that he would hit her hard, while he made us kids play out in the yard... One day Mom decided to leave... next she’s dead and I just couldn’t believe But enough on my Mom, you are speaking of me, you just don’t know I love him hard and can’t be free I’m sometimes sad and confused you know, he swore he’d stop... then the beatings would grow... And your kindness to me is oh so sweet, when you are around I look at me differently The warmth inside, my cheeks turn red and then there are things my mind has fed Like he’s so tender and sweet, I can’t get him out of my head... but maybe it’s the wooing to get me in bed I know you want me I know you do... and if the love is true, I want you too I know there is someone out there, that someone’s you... I guess I’m not use to someone that’s willing to pursue Just maybe, well I know, I just don’t love me enough, the childhood, the marriage, it’s way too rough You should be mine, I know I deserve more than him, I should be yours... but me leaving is slim... just don’t forget, I belong to him... © Black Chalk 2014
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 12:53:55 +0000
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