It ain't take me 15 years to learn to read.
Or 15 years to learn to breathe.
It ain't take me 15 years to clean up my wounds and let em scar.
It ain't take me 15 years to learn that "I love you"s is a well known catch phrase,
A slogan if you will ,
that niggas use to hold promiscuous girls close and damaged ones even closer.
It ain't take me 15 years to learn that niggas ain't shit, just to believe it.
The jagged breath he uses to add emotion to the phrase he so often practiced on the ears of other girls before you was nothing but that,
A practiced breath just like them practiced lines.
The way the extensive late night conversations turned into brief one word responses with no periods going on for days making it all seem like an emotionally incorrect run on sentence.
The way he opened up to you,
Chased you,
Begged for you
Then couldn't even give you the time of day as if you were scum on the bottom of the school desk that he accidentally touched and caressed.
But just like reading,
Or breathing,
Or cleaning wounds,
Or picking up on a played out catchphrase,
Believing takes time.
So believe me when I say I won't waste not even 15 seconds of my life believing niggas who ain't even worth my eight cents less than a dime.
YOU ARE READING
Give Them Poetry
Poetry"The devil told me I was a simple child." A young girls poetry book. All poems are original and are made by myself
