now picture me alive.........
'cuse me if I seem confident in my ways but
maybe you never slaved over a stove for days
and then shuffled to the bathroom to give ya legs a shave
put on your best scent, heaven-sent, heaven-scent....we'll revisit that
yet sent me two dents and staples in the back of my head
from dreaded fights on dreaded nights my screams were mistaken for crazy young people sex
im vexed
between my dress and the black or grey shoes...im guessing..
i wake up to sunshine and GOD's blessings
im doing well
i get along well
without him or them police knockin
without
swells holding the tears from the wells of my eyes
i cried not about the physical abuse but how he lied about
how his mother taught him how to treat a lady
shyt yeah he treated me to a two-piece and a biscuit
no sauce, just losses, oxygen tank short of a coffin
im lost in
memories and offerings
made to my church
because i hated betrayal so much,
id rather pray for hurt
now i pray for my dooney and burke purse
to be on sale since selling my agony
for happiness and removing my once battered shell
now i shell out large faces of googled presidents
while he back in metal heaven wishing for my heaven scent....yes that one
good heavens, since i left those barren moments..........
lay naked and bruised by confused adolescence
immaturity running rampid across rancid skin
dancing dodging the back of timbs boots was his fancy
he was my cancer and he went into remission so quick
i went into a mission as a saint
dang im wishin they paint
his prison walls with my face
and as he lays silenced by the systematic machine
that his ignorance cranks
i wish him a thousand nips for every shank he makes
his shirt is my napkin
i wipe the crumbs from my New York cheesecake
and wear it in my lap
never to gain further spoiling
my bloody napkin is my shirt
i wear my pain across my shoulders
im a boulder
a rock
and just as i give..... i can take away
the foundation of life
and to think i was foolish enough to agree to be YOUR wife
i laugh with your shirt as my napkin
im aight.....
Written by Point_Of_View