I'm tired of men preaching that they're ready.
Expressing their love,
As if their soul is steady.
Claiming they miss it,
When they just want to hit it.
No intention to keep it,
but tear it open,
And soon dismiss it.
Hooting and hollering,
But never seen calling my phone,
To get to know me,
What I need,
Or what my third eye sees.
Confusing me,
Into trusting you,
When all you do,
Is lust for me.
Saying what you need to say,
To play your game,
For an awful lay.
Please dammit,
Stay the hell away,
From me.
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Brown Sugared Sunflowers
PoetryThese are poems that I've been writing for the past 10+ years. Writing always tapped into a deep part of me. I had to find what I liked and what made me, well me. Once I discovered myself, Ive felt free and unbothered. I am spiritual and I am woke t...
