Release that poison…
“YOU’RE A STUPID ASS!”
“YOU’RE A DUMB MOTHERFUC*ER!”
“YOU AIN’T SHIT, AIN’T NEVER GONNA BE SHIT!”
The venom shoots like jets from the mouth..
That vile compilation of words that can never be retracted.
It seems he just doesn’t understand
“LISTEN TO ME NIGGA, YOU’LL NEVER BE RESPECTED”
The sharpening and shrieking sounds of your voice, makes him cringe with every hiss.
“LEAVE, GET OUT. I’M SICK OF YOUR SHIT”
Oh yeah, just kill that ego,
So he can leave, and you can start to wonder where he-go..
Nag, baby girl nag…
So he can go brag to the next, and ask her to relieve that stress..
“THESE NIGGAS AIN’T SHIT”
We swear we know this to be true…
But baby baby girl who’s more “AIN’T SHIT” than you?
This man probably wasn’t a man when he got with you.
You just swear you saw a light within him that needed to be pushed through.
That venom that you’re spitting ain’t it.. there must be another way.
Just look him in his face, “OPEN THAT MOUTH WIDE”
NOW:: Start to pray
“Set a guard over my mouth, Lord;
keep watch over the door of my lips.”
He’s your man, not your son.
Do you understand how much damage you’ve done?
I plead to you my queen…
Let that poison be done
This is a poem that I wrote, and again everything is my truth. The truth hurts and reading this over and over makes me see things clearer. As a woman, I don’t understand what daily struggles my man has. It’s almost as if I dont care to know. I just want things done my way, on my time, whenever I think it’s best. I’m learning to grow one day at a time. It literally takes some soul searching to really understand.
LADIES::When’s the last time you’ve really appreciated your man? I mean literally went a full day without nagging? Of course we think it’s hard to do because they didn’t do something we’ve asked them to. Think about it.
“Who can really make your man feel better than you?” No one, just you….