(Or is it a SONG..we aint sure! LOL)
SO..before I begin the poem..a little backstory of the inspiration:
Texter: Thinking bout you
Me: *rolls eyes*..... Wassup
Texter: Tired from work but missing you a little
Me: *thinking..how is "Missing me a little" in any way a compliment? I'm supposed to SWOON over that??*
MIssing me a little huh? Ok
Texter: How you been?
Me: *thinking...*sigh...so we really gonna do this * Fine? And You?
Texter: I know you are FINE. lol. I'm happy to be working. I want to take you on a date soon
Me: *wait..was he trying to FLIRT? ugh...* Really? Well......................that's nice. Have a good night and get some rest....
MISS ME WITH THAT BULLSHIT! OH..so NOW you got a little job and shit..you wanna take me out? Too little..too fucking late. I didnt care if he was making a little money! I didnt care back then. I was treated piss poorly as a woman...If you feel like an afterthought despire your economic standings, of COURSE you;d be made to only be "missed a little"! What kind of a reaction should I have? Fuck you, assclown! I understand men can be rather embarassed at how ecomonics can be...but it shouldnt stop you from being creative, courting a woman,and getting to know her beyond the physical.
So on the train..a little song (with a thumping beat..damn..wish I could write music...w/ Monica singing in my head) came to me:
Took a chance on love
And a chance on you
Taking risks that just weren't cool
You were so fine
You blew my mind
Just played me for a fool
Then you hit me with mess
Some bullshit texts
Confessing feelings that just aint true.
I closed my eyes
And died inside
Thinking "he doesn't have a clue"
So I'm telling you to kick rocks
Let the madness stop
You aint feeling me worth a damn
I aint ya woman
You aint my man..
So this has to gotta end.
Sending me messages and lies
Trying to get between my thighs
And mess up all my sheets
Telling me "I'm missing you a lil bit"
For me.. Aint doing shit.
Cause you aint missing ALL of me.
I'm a whole woman
Standing on my own
In need of a complete man
What I won't stand for
Is you coming thru my door
Asking me for a second chance
When I was ready to give
All my love
You acted so unsure
But now all of a sudden
You lies meant nothing
But missing me "a little"
Just won't do
So I'm telling you to kick rocks
Let the madness stop
You aint feeling me worth a damn
I aint ya woman
You aint my man..
So this has to gotta end.
Sending me messages and lies
Trying to get between my thighs
And mess up all my sheets
Telling me "I'm missing you a lil bit"
For me.. Aint doing shit.
Cause you aint missing ALL of me.
(It's a work in progress.......................)
SO..before I begin the poem..a little backstory of the inspiration:
The Scene: One night..in my house..after a HOT and tiring trip to WalMart
The Time: I dunno..*looks at cell phone* 10:45 pm
The Scenario: My text message alerts are going off as I sit on the couch, cooling out w/ a glass of Sweet Tea in my alumni T-shirt
Texter: Thinking bout you
Me: *rolls eyes*..... Wassup
Texter: Tired from work but missing you a little
Me: *thinking..how is "Missing me a little" in any way a compliment? I'm supposed to SWOON over that??*
MIssing me a little huh? Ok
Texter: How you been?
Me: *thinking...*sigh...so we really gonna do this * Fine? And You?
Texter: I know you are FINE. lol. I'm happy to be working. I want to take you on a date soon
Me: *wait..was he trying to FLIRT? ugh...* Really? Well......................that's nice. Have a good night and get some rest....
MISS ME WITH THAT BULLSHIT! OH..so NOW you got a little job and shit..you wanna take me out? Too little..too fucking late. I didnt care if he was making a little money! I didnt care back then. I was treated piss poorly as a woman...If you feel like an afterthought despire your economic standings, of COURSE you;d be made to only be "missed a little"! What kind of a reaction should I have? Fuck you, assclown! I understand men can be rather embarassed at how ecomonics can be...but it shouldnt stop you from being creative, courting a woman,and getting to know her beyond the physical.
So on the train..a little song (with a thumping beat..damn..wish I could write music...w/ Monica singing in my head) came to me:
Took a chance on love
And a chance on you
Taking risks that just weren't cool
You were so fine
You blew my mind
Just played me for a fool
Then you hit me with mess
Some bullshit texts
Confessing feelings that just aint true.
I closed my eyes
And died inside
Thinking "he doesn't have a clue"
So I'm telling you to kick rocks
Let the madness stop
You aint feeling me worth a damn
I aint ya woman
You aint my man..
So this has to gotta end.
Sending me messages and lies
Trying to get between my thighs
And mess up all my sheets
Telling me "I'm missing you a lil bit"
For me.. Aint doing shit.
Cause you aint missing ALL of me.
I'm a whole woman
Standing on my own
In need of a complete man
What I won't stand for
Is you coming thru my door
Asking me for a second chance
When I was ready to give
All my love
You acted so unsure
But now all of a sudden
You lies meant nothing
But missing me "a little"
Just won't do
So I'm telling you to kick rocks
Let the madness stop
You aint feeling me worth a damn
I aint ya woman
You aint my man..
So this has to gotta end.
Sending me messages and lies
Trying to get between my thighs
And mess up all my sheets
Telling me "I'm missing you a lil bit"
For me.. Aint doing shit.
Cause you aint missing ALL of me.
(It's a work in progress.......................)
Seriously..."I miss you a lil bit" Out of control.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem...loves it!