Revolving Motive
You say you have no motive but is me that you really trying
to know and
This, this, what I have, and what lies inside of me
You give me your best performance and hoping that you don't
miss and show
Drops of your true
colors cause
Than what story would you tell the bothers?
To you I've confessed
The stories of my loneness
Of my heart aches and mental breaks
But I'm still more than willing
To emintsely give what has many so times been taken
That I do not desire to be your back brace but to act as a
spine
To not give up on you when you have given out
To cast upon you security when you are filled with question
and doubt
Inside I'm praying that you aren't a duplicate of the rest
So I try to gain head to whatever games you will play
That form the base of
your motivate in hopes to carry me away
Trying not to get caught up in the gentleness of your touch
or the scent of you that makes me looks beyond your analeptic
like lust
Only to find that
You want me to give you the assets without you giving me any
of the benefits
You want to put your name own while I moan you own it
But I remind myself of whom I am what I believe the total value
of my worthI don't know why I am surprise as if
I didn't know you weren't full of deceit
As if you weren't walking pile of lies
Playing the game
tactfully doesn't make me look at you any differently
What if I was your sister
Mother
or better yet your daughter???
Would you still say you have no motive?
I refuse to
put my heart in mind position
that get shit misunderstood and twisted
As long as you're just that average nigga doing average
nigga shit
You will never explore the wonders of this body
Because I'm your not typical average chick.
And I will just watch as
You do whatever it
takes
to get inside of what you think is your true mate
For you dick that is
Because your heart no longer flutters
Men always say oh she
a mad black woman
She don't trust me because she a scorned black woman
She can't love me because she was a mistreated black woman
When they often themselves don't realize we are a reflection
of thee
You play this jolted cat and mouse games because you're a
scorned black man
You put up a tuff what seems to be invincible shield because
you were once a hurt black
You mistreat, emotionally abuse, neglect the fact that
We are more than a piece of temporary ass
Because you where once a good
but now turned bad
Black man
You shield out love
Because you have been a mistreated black man
Now again the game has been played
And yet another has been victimized and slanned
To the forever revolving
game
They say one bad apple rotten will rotten a tree
Why the hell do you instill this poison in me.........
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PoetryPoetry that was written by the heart. Learning through my words I navigate my life with pen and paper. Journeys of heartbreaks, growth, empowerment, and healings are express through my poetic-ness. Enjoy!