KOKO's

Revoling Motive

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 worth

I 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.........