Oh She...What!

Oh she too dark.

Oh she too picky.

Oh she too skimpy.

And her hair looks nappy.

But she looks at herself...

And she thinks happy.

She ain’t wimpy.

More so

Out here getting

this money.

Then they look at her


And think it’s funny.

No worries,

Matter of fact

She built like art.

She got the deck,

The class,

And a queen’s heart.


Then what’s left to say?

Oh she too bossy.

Oh she too crazy.

And too lame,

To me.

Full of herself,

And no wife to be.

Then she does a double-take.

And she know she’s a

Dime piece.

They been in the wrong,

All along.


In reality,

she’s the

whole posey.


She ain’t lazy.

Nor spending time

picking these daisies.

And she’s not about to

twiddle these thumbs

Getting all numb

From responding back to

these bums;

Playing all dumb.


Save it



Full of love


A wife.

If she chooses

To be.


So gone

Over you

Monica said it




This poem is about: 
Our world


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