Love Me!
No one hears you…
Love Me!
No one cares for you…
Love Me!
No one understands that it was your rhythmic circuitry that brings existence.
That existential monitoring life came from your robust plight,
Altering actions caused ejaculations circumcising your magnetic pulse,
Pulsating as you said him to….
Love Me!
So he entered in a cosmic journey into your vortex, no latex, just pure sex.
He tumbled in your galaxy until he found your Milky Way,
He sought thoughts of your Nuva ring around Saturn spinning in your eclipse,
So with this he found a new constellation he named Orgasmic,
Climatic as you said to him, Love Me!
He dug deep into your graveyard reaping grimly the epitome of his masculinity,
It was the melanin in your skin that made me look deep within,
So I chew spearmint spearing any sentiments of time spent.
Painting color into your pigment. Hoping that you will….Love Me!
Love you??
How can we hear your faint beckoning as you constantly and consistently carry yourself as a
Scantily clad façade of what you once were
Going to clubs to swindle men out of a couple drinks with nothing but an ass shake and a smile
So we perceive it as, the more you take off, the more we listen
As we objectify your existence, but it seems that
you have already objectified yourself within
Love you??
How can we even begin to heed your request
And hear your moans that indicate your detest
When to get our attention you lean over and show the cleavage between your breast
Which makes us think…but with the wrong head
How can we love you for what you possess,
When you flaunt what’s under that dress
And you wonder why you are under constant duress
From us to get in the sheets
And you claim that “Niggas Aint Shit”,
But you deal with these ain’t shit niggas out in these streets
I beg of you to remember that it is supposed to be a woman who makes a man complete
So make an attempt to focus on the words that he speaks, instead of the shoes on his feet
Dress conservatively so we can look at you in your eye first and
Then, and only then will our views begin to intertwine regarding your self-worth,
Worthy of royalty, with the stench of purity sweating over your neck.
I also beg of you to disrespect acts of neglect,
Reverb degrading remarks of marks rewriting taunts in your nerves,
I beg of you to reposition your stature so he knows even a statue speaks to some people,
And your silence stands on a steeple, screaming one day he will revere you as his equal.
I beg of you, see the blessing of your birth to give birth,
And one day he will truly…Love You.
No one hears You (co-written with Prentiss Dantzler @Scholar_357)
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