My babies called me last night, that made me so happy. Lol I know my girl had me on speakerphone so she could hear me. Lol.
I’m going to Addis Lounge tonight with my girls , I’m going to perform my poem “Last letter to men” (LLTM) I will try to record it and upload it. But here is the lyrics to my poem.
I’ve never felt this way
Maybe once but it was more like emotional foreplay
My pride won’t let me admit to love
I don’t even know if this is love
Just last week I was writing about
What’s a nigga..eff a nigga…can’t catch me nigga
See there I go again!
I seem to only write about men. It pains me yet I do it over and over again
But this is my last letter to them
See this is the only thing I can’t tackle
I can get a man I just don’t want a man!
Ok let me stop lying.. I want a man
I just can’t get with what it leads up to you know that this is forever man
I’m hooked on freedom and strung out on independence
But I promise my spirit isn’t
Not that this really bothers me
I just got a slight issue with monotony
More fish where that came from
You know the rest
Reel em in and set em free
I just want to be platonic
But the other part of me hides behind that
Wanting to be someone’s iconic
I walk around with a iron fist fighting for respect
But in retrospect my last man should have been my first
So into a relationship I wouldn’t have to be coerced
Causing me to temporarily live in nothing but the past
Rendering last after last mistakes
Mistakes that are of no one’s fault but my own
For in this situation as justifiable as it is
In my bed I made and rise
Don’t judge me yet
I’m still waiting for my iconic
My game changer
Someone that does not exude danger
He will make me sweat
Make me forget
Make me want to jet set through his mind
Looks me in my eyes while he simultaneously grinds
Make me his woman and myself and I his concubines
Categorize him as irresistible, insatiable, delectable
Begging him to let me keep his kisses as collectables
This poem started off prideful and ended meek
I am a firm believer that love you cannot seek
But what I will do is ball my doubts up and shoot a 3
Take my stripped heels off..
STOP! BEING! MY! OWN! REFEREE!
So maybe…just maybe one day
I can allow love to find me.