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"Woman, you bow down to me."
Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!
Can someone explain please,
How these?!
...Hm. What's the word...?
Ah! Broke ass niggas,
figure,
that they just automatically worth my time.
Can't hand me a dime,
yet steady on my phone line,
trying to be cool and talk that masculine shit.
Just cause you got a dick,
and I don't?
Talking bout, "I'll take care of you."
Bitch,
no, you won't.
Ok! Ok! Ok!
Lets just go into theory.
You marry me, and as you see,
I cook, clean, and walk around barefoot and pregnant.
You're basically my master;
I wait on you every second.
But, you see,
that ain't how this story really goes down, kids!
Now, the reality is,
yo stupid ass got pockets that always be acting funny!
You'd be having yo kids roaming around here,
hungry!
But me!
See, now I got my shit straight!
Fridge full,
bills paid.
I can tell you noticed that,
yet you still steady tryin' to talk that smack!
"Oh, see. Now you trying to get smart."
Hey!
Whoah!
Boy!
I ain't even trying to start!
There is a side B to this;
I'm not gonna hold that detail.
See, I wouldn't even mind bowing down much, for real, for real.
Maybe if you just had some goals!
Dreams!
Or ambitions to fill!
You literally have no chill!
Always wanna fuck around with yo company.
Bitch!
You ain't got no education,
no job,
and overall, no money.
Talking bout, "You're mine. I own you,"
when I'm the one paying for your clothes,
this house,
that food?
Yeah, that too!
While I'm up, you're claiming you got me,
but when I fall,
you say you're here,
yet at the bottom I still feel lonely.
I'm struggling,
trying to dog paddle my way to shore with no direction or guidance.
And you,
just on the raft I'm pulling,
cheerleading and disrupting my silence.
You're encouragement is nice,
but if it's not money or advice,
that shit does not suffice!
As a 'man' your 'job' is not only to order and take from me when you want,
but to guide and help me when I'm in need.
"Woman, you bow down to me."
"Sir, you can kindly and politely bow down to deez!"
Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!
Can someone explain please,
How these?!
...Hm. What's the word...?
Ah! Broke ass niggas,
figure,
that they just automatically worth my time.
Can't hand me a dime,
yet steady on my phone line,
trying to be cool and talk that masculine shit.
Just cause you got a dick,
and I don't?
Talking bout, "I'll take care of you."
Bitch,
no, you won't.
Ok! Ok! Ok!
Lets just go into theory.
You marry me, and as you see,
I cook, clean, and walk around barefoot and pregnant.
You're basically my master;
I wait on you every second.
But, you see,
that ain't how this story really goes down, kids!
Now, the reality is,
yo stupid ass got pockets that always be acting funny!
You'd be having yo kids roaming around here,
hungry!
But me!
See, now I got my shit straight!
Fridge full,
bills paid.
I can tell you noticed that,
yet you still steady tryin' to talk that smack!
"Oh, see. Now you trying to get smart."
Hey!
Whoah!
Boy!
I ain't even trying to start!
There is a side B to this;
I'm not gonna hold that detail.
See, I wouldn't even mind bowing down much, for real, for real.
Maybe if you just had some goals!
Dreams!
Or ambitions to fill!
You literally have no chill!
Always wanna fuck around with yo company.
Bitch!
You ain't got no education,
no job,
and overall, no money.
Talking bout, "You're mine. I own you,"
when I'm the one paying for your clothes,
this house,
that food?
Yeah, that too!
While I'm up, you're claiming you got me,
but when I fall,
you say you're here,
yet at the bottom I still feel lonely.
I'm struggling,
trying to dog paddle my way to shore with no direction or guidance.
And you,
just on the raft I'm pulling,
cheerleading and disrupting my silence.
You're encouragement is nice,
but if it's not money or advice,
that shit does not suffice!
As a 'man' your 'job' is not only to order and take from me when you want,
but to guide and help me when I'm in need.
"Woman, you bow down to me."
"Sir, you can kindly and politely bow down to deez!"
Literature
Leave someday(15/30)
Will you just bow out of the season skies,
daughters of the ever aging and youthening tree?
Just walk away, with just a bow
to the pedestrians and the world never still?
As the season waves goodbye,
like a discreet unwanted one breezing out of the soiree
will you color yourself out,
like the trees balding orangely, annoucing the cold hail?
The adieus bid, the skies hanging down the grays instead of the red
dismiss the season, there´s the door for the men,
it is all done, all done
time for the hardened- water winds?
Literature
Beauty
Trace the constellations
from the curves of her thighs
and remind her that she is
b e a u t i f u l .
Literature
Letters to my younger self
i. Dear ears, when I was three
You have heard the pyrrhic silence of your mother’s quiet solitude in the clap-back echoes of his absence; trust me when I tell you this will not be all you hear, dear ears. Trust me.
ii. Dear eyes, when I was five
You have seen the glacial gelid shards of his pebble eyes fix their sights on you and you have seen silence as a sheet of ice frost-bitten over his face as he whispers that he is proud of you with all the conviction of a question mark; trust me when I tell you this will not be all you see, dear eyes. Trust me.
iii. Dear hands, when I was eight
You have been riven and empty since he left like a
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I just wrote a poem. Sorry, dudes! It just seems like I have a lot of pinned up aggression towards men XD I'm not sure, but I think I got my inspiration for this from this one rap song my brother plays. I think it goes something like, "You bow down to me. Yeah, I lied to you, but bitch, don't you lie to me." Something like that. I always thought the way trap rappers be rapping about bitches in songs like they nothing, but then turn around and start crying for these hoes on tracks was just stupid.
I'm pretty sure that has nothing to do with this though...
Fuuuuuuuuck it~! I'm just surprised I could rhyme this and still have it flow somewhat naturally! That is amazing to me how poets and songwriters can do that! XD (Also, P.S., I wasn't sure what category this would go under. I don't know the different kinds of poetry, sadly enough =A= )
I'm pretty sure that has nothing to do with this though...
Fuuuuuuuuck it~! I'm just surprised I could rhyme this and still have it flow somewhat naturally! That is amazing to me how poets and songwriters can do that! XD (Also, P.S., I wasn't sure what category this would go under. I don't know the different kinds of poetry, sadly enough =A= )
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