You told me you felt so small in my arms, and how I made you feel safe, and made you feel warm.
It’s hard to explain how those compliments struck me, ‘cause the whole night before you just kept screaming “Fuck me!”
So I tried to perform in the way you required, ‘til I guess we passed out, ‘cause we were both high and tired.
At sunrise I thought I would run out for coffee, but you were still in that zone, and wouldn’t get off me.
I thought I had found you. That needle in the haystack. That chocolate girl I’d been wanting since way back,
when I first came to terms with my wants and my needs, and the exact type of beauty that buckled my knees.
You told me you didn’t want to live life alone.
Then another niggas dick appeared on the screen of your phone.
My true living fantasy was quickly upended, and you couldn’t understand why was actually offended!
But my dumb ass kept giving you uncovered wood, though I knew you wasn’t shit, but that sex was so good.
I didn’t have the nerve to even tell my brother that I was smashing a whoe’ and wasn’t using no rubber.
A grown ass man, making dumb ass decisions, but what can you do when she rides with precision?
You figured me out, how to give what I’d want. Buck naked on my king size, twisting a blunt.
It was a natural mystique, flowing through the air, as I’d bury my face into your dreadlock hair,
and enjoy being inside you.
Willing to live out my whole life beside you.
Poetry can’t describe you.
Pictures of your tits sent all over the world, yet you’d tell me you wanted to be my girl.
Blood curdling arguments when my temper would blast off.
Told my ex wife and she laughed her whole ass off.
But my ex ain’t the type to let bad feelings linger.
She just said “You know that girl got you wrapped around her finger.”
And that helped me break free, for better or worse.
Started spending my time with this Ethiopian nurse.
Felt good about myself again. Return of the Mack!
Til’ you called my phone crying, and my ass went right back
to a life full of torment, and wrought disrespect.
I ain’t never hit a woman, but almost reached for your neck.
Is there someone I can blame?
like a bad arrow from Cupid?
Or do I have to accept that I was just stuck on stupid?
There were quality women all over DC,
but I tried to tame a girl who who tried to destroy me.
A bunch of blood tests later, narrow escape
from some herpes or siphillis, or other blood taint.
A few years have passed. I’ve settled with a queen.
She’s intelligent, respectful, Caribbean,
I can add a whole miracle to the lessons I’ve learned.
I deep dived into fire, and didn’t get burned.
By Positive Mark As I sit and read of struggles from the past, I wonder. What will we be when the pain is gone? The gaps between offenses is