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[wokecat-blog]

Morning Coffee

His skin is light like the coffee that I drink His mind open with an operation to think He sees and he sees more than with two eyes He's spiritual and I think he's my spiritual guide He feels differently than I He doesn't see me like I do him Like I'm wearing a disguise Its hard you know Its hard to break thru the walls that guard his heart I don't think he knows I don't think he knows that in my mind he's vivid with color like my favorite art At night when he's asleep, I hold him Hoping my body will mold into the very essence of him I think of how he's everything I've ever wanted, mind body and soul And me, I'm just not what he had bargained for I fell for you While you kept it closed, I kept it obtuse Maybe I didn't tell you all that I've been thru, yes But could you handle it if I wasn't surreptitious? Could you handle the real me? The me that will dance to Michael Jackson anywhere in the streets? The me that's always cracking jokes about anyone that I see Could you handle that me? Would you still like me? (2/16/16 ©kittycat)

[wokecat-blog]

Ode To 3am

(Spin off to Frank Ocean’s Bad Religion)

Bartender— I need another— round Keep em coming every 30 minutes ‘Cause I gotta drown out this pain I feel every minute I don’t believe in god but if he’s real, then he’s just as good I need a favor I know we don’t speak much But my life could use your flavor 'Cause its a bad religion Being in love with someone that don’t love you So I need a few drinks So I don’t feel like I do Bartender— I swear I’m not insane 'Cause I would rather die Than never see him again I can never make them love me I always end up lonely And this may bring me to my knees Its a bad religion Love seems like a one man job Its always one and never two So I pray to the Islam Allah Akbar, I need you They never love you— They never love you and Its a bad religion To make me feel the way I do Bartender — What do I owe ya? 'Cause I’ve been sitting here for hours Drinking and telling you about a— Dying love. But I probably couldn’t afford it 'cause ive spent all I had trying to buy him back You can’t buy love, I’ll tell you that.

(3/1/16 ©kittycat)