I was holding the door for you while you were chasing after him askin why was he doing you this way?
I was stopping to help you pick you things up off the ground after he knocked them from your hand to show you how strong his pimp hand was.
I was asking you your dreams and aspirations while you were telling me how much I needed to be ready to spend in order to keep you happy. Never once telling me how we could build together or what our future would be.
I was being laughed at for asking your name, for speaking to you with respect and acting like you were more then just a big butt and a smile, a bra size, and a receptacle for my semen.
I was stopping to help you with your car trouble or lend you a dollar when you were short because you had to pay all the bills or give him money "to go look for a job" when all you see when you get home is another 6 pack in the fridge.
I was helping you figure out how you might be able to put some money away for your kids future while you were trying to convince him that if he just came back you would try whatever he wanted in the bedroom.
I was sitting there defending my gender while differentiating between guys like me and the ones you love to date because all men are dogs, even though this dog just helped you out a tight spot.
I'm sitting here mentally laughing at the excuses now that you have heard my pedigree, witnessed my nature and can not even in your own mind deny my caliber but now you are going down all the reasons why well I just ain right for you.
I sat there in the corner being made fun of while you went up to those bad boys and showed the young men coming up that the alpha male isn't the responsible, the respectful or the hard working one but the one who treats women as disposable play things only good on her knees or on her back.
I was trying to walk by your side but now I'm sitting behind a pane of glass that reads : A good man, extinct because nobody wanted him until it was far too late to save him.
This is my more mature blog. By mature I mean I'm going to follow some rules and I'm going to try and do more then take the easy way out. No cursing I gotta find a different way to say it and still emphatically get my point across
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Showing posts with label not exactly poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label not exactly poetry. Show all posts
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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