It's My Spotlight

Chapter 20

Chapter 20:

1 Week Later

[Chorus]
Cause when a woman's fed up
(No matter how you beg, no)
It ain't nothing you can do about it
(Nothing you can do about it)
It's like running out of love
(No matter what you say, no)
And then it's too late to talk about it
(Too late to talk about it)

Now let's talk about how it all goes down
I used to make love to you daily
When the night fell the same
And anytime that you were hurt
I could feel your pain
And if I had a dollar
It was yours, yeah
And whenever we would go out
I would front the bill
But now the up is down
And the silence is sound
I hurt you too too many times
Now I can't come around

[Chorus]

If you don't want to find out the hard way
Then listen to this song while the record plays

[Chorus]

You can cry a river
'Till an ocean starts to form, yeah
But she will always remember
'cause she's a woman scorned
And if you ever get her back
It will never be the same
She's cuttin' the corners of her eyes
Every time she see your face
Now your trust is out the door
She don't want you no more
You used to tell your boys, not me
And she would always be there for you
If you had took the time to see
What that woman meant to you
Is what the mirror said to me, whoa
She was raised in Illinois
Right outside of Chicago
Some of the best cookin' you ever had
Yes, it was and I miss her
Hey woman, if you're listening
I said I miss you baby

 

R. Kelly – When a Woman’s Fed Up

            I decided to go ahead and do a few photoshoots because I knew I would have to start preparing myself for the baby, and I would be showing pretty soon. I knew that pretty soon the paparazzi would be all over me because of the baby bump.  I couldn’t go into the public without being criticized as a “home wrecker” or a “whore”.  Sharon asked me a question that I never really thought about. How could my daughter be normal ever again? Her mother’s naked body is all over the internet and no one really respects her. Some people are on my side and favor me, but others decide otherwise.

            I walked into the hair salon and asked for Sabrina. “Do you have an appointment?” The woman asked me. She was staring at me trying to figure out who I was.

            “Just tell her Chanelle Badeau is here.” I said.

            It seemed like the woman almost lost her mind when I said my name. “Chanelle? The Chanelle Badeau? I love you! You’re so strong and fashionable!” She said shaking my hand.

            Damn? People still loved me? I blushed. “Thank you, I have no choice especially in these spotlights.” I pointed my index finger out the window pointing at the paparazzi.