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Just a Little Bit: A Poem

(Or is it a SONG..we aint sure! LOL)

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.......................)

Comments

  1. Seriously..."I miss you a lil bit" Out of control.

    Great poem...loves it!

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