Wrote this back in 2003..
Am I supposed to care if your feelings are hurt?
I mean why should I care I don’t even like you,
And you damn sure don’t like me so let’s be real,
It’s kind of fucked up that the people who I love the most join in with you,
Joking and laughing as if I can’t even hear y’all,
Don’t even try to put up a front and act as if I can’t tell what’s real,
Respect is only given to those who earn it,
So don’t expect that shit from me,
To understand where I’m coming from you have to first understand me,
But am I supposed to care if you don’t like me?
Cuz I damn sure don’t give two shits about what you like or don’t like,
I told you to be real,
Acting as if it’s only one sided because it damn sure isn’t,
BUT REALLY AM I SUPPOSED TO CARE?
His words have me wanting him,
Needing him to be near,
I want to touch him in the same way he has touched me,
When he speaks my world stops,
The tone in his voice has my body moving to his beat,
I want him,
I need him,
Does he even understand?
The way he got feeling,
No other man can say he had me feeling this way,
Would you believe we haven’t even met?
My body wants him,
My mind needs him,
To challenge my inner wants and needs,
I crave him……
I don’t know when I wrote this. I know it was after 2009…… hope you guys enjoy.
So I wrote this poem right before I had my daughter in 2002:
Thoughts enter my mind of the things that are not seen,
Wondering why my life is headed down this path,
Who would’ve thought that I would be where I am today?
Soon to give birth to a little child inside of me,
Praying that nothing bad would ever fall upon you,
Wanting you to exceed to a higher level than me,
Knowimg that you will depend on me to help you grow,
Grow into a well educated and beautiful young lady,
And I know that being a single mother won’t be easy,
But I’m willing to give it my all,
Praying that I will never steer you into the wrong path,
Oh how, I can’t wait until we get the chance to meet each other,
But what I want to say now is that I love you with all my heart,
And I always will.
I can feel it in the air…
The faint smell of lust..
Chocolate to Carmel…
What a nice mix does that make..
Blurred lines of sensual pleasures and pain,
Friction causes an eruption
Life changing sex,
The binds that tie these two together,
Panting from the physically yet pleasurable assault..
Wrote this Sept. 9, 2015