Yeah… he  a ho, he  not a pimp and he sure not a  playa.  HE’S A MUTHER FUCKING HO.

I’m so tired of society classifying men as pimps and playas because they done slept with 10 to 15 women too many....

If a female is classified a ho after opening her legs to  10 to 15 men too many then,  bitch, a man is a ho / free giggalo after PUTTING HIS DICK IN BETWEEN 20 to 30 LEGS  too many… just as well. (for all my slow people , you have two legs, thus the numbers 20 to 30)….. Just setting the record straight.....

So Im talking to Lady 22, and she’s just on top of the world. For a minute, she thought she was just lady 4, until she found out from a dear friend( I wonder who that could have been), she really lady 21, 22( and that’s just a guestimate, she  might actually be lady 31, 32 but we’re not gonna hurt her feelings today.) she’s all mad because it seems like every woman she  comes across done had a piece of her man, which is probably true, but what the fuck can she do. So me,  being the real bitch that I am, simply threw out some real time facts at her.....

Would you still be with this nigga if he didn’t know how to slang his dick around? She remains silent like many females would. Would you even consider being with this nigga if he didn’t know what he was doing or if this nigga came up to you and said he was a virgin? Still I get no response. and I can see in her face she would be saying FUCK NO. And why would you not consider being with someone like that?...  That ok, you don’t have to answer. Because you and I both  know …..you like being with a good  ho.....

If You ever wonder how he became such a good kisser just know,  HE GOT THOSE TUTORIALS FROM LADIES 1-4.. * he was just starting to master the art then. ....

Remember that line he used on you, that had your panties so soaking wet that you thought for a minute you had a waterfall in between you legs, HE DROPPED THAT LINE ON LADY 5… HAS BEEN USING IT EVER SINCE THEN AND AS YOU CAN SEE… IT STILL HAS ITS SAME EFFECT.....

That thing he be doing with his tongue when he goes down on you, that have you yelling and praising the lord for such a wonderful creation, HE LEARNED THAT FROM LADY 12. ....

Yeah bitch, that thing he does with his hips when he grinding you that be having you climbing up the walls in the room, HE LEARNED THAT FROM LADY 15,....

You sure not about to leave this nigga, he hit hotspots YOU didn’t know you even had, SOMETHING HE LEARNED FROM LADIES 4,  13. 17,    AND 20.....

You are so amused by the fact, that this nigga know so much shit about the female anatomy, and he has YET to step inside a college course of anatomy and physiology. THIS NIGGA SO GOOD HE PROBABLY CAN TEACH THE PROFESSOR A THING OR TWO. ....

So back to Lady 22, and for future reference to my other females out there, DON’T EVER ASK YOUR MAN HOW MANY WOMEN HE DONE SLEPT WITH.  You will be very disappointed when he runs out of fingers and toes to count them all on. THAT’S INCLUDING YOURS. ....

So my dear Lady 22,  enjoy your time as Lady 22. It may be the best sex you come across in a long time. ....

But if you two are ever to depart for any reason, please do a bitch a favor and slide his number to me….....

Yeap….....

You already know Bitch…. IM TRYING TO BE LADY 23.

You know what can help you swallow this? A spoon full of sugar. I hear it helps truth medicine go down!

        - Poetically_I_Speak

I was in luv with a thug once....
And to this day I don’t know what it is about him
That I can’t keep my mind off of him

Could it be his tattoos that ran from this back to his arms to the front of his chest…

Could it be the way he stood low yet still out and above the rest.


Could it be the dialect that he spoke as we are conversating…

That had me on the edge of my seat with every word that he is saying

Could it be his "go getter" mentality…

That had my mind swirling on thoughts of us living together in our own little version of ecstasy.

I think I loved him more than I loved myself

And to tell him exactly how I felt about him would be so easy. .. Except….

I always, someway somehow, seem to talk my self out of it.

I mean , I would literally have the phone in hand knowing he was just a phone call and text away …

But right as I begin to press the call/send button , I ponder about the “what ifs” and the “what nots “

and  like magic, it seems as if the of the thought of making that call/ text  slowly fades away

You would think it was one of the presidential debates

The way Me, Myself and I be clashing from day to day

“ If he liked you , he would do this”

“ If he had the slightest interest in you he would do that”

“ If he cared about you , he would have made an effort to do this.”

“If he really  wanted you he wouldn’t have said this or done that”

“ But Man, I really really like him.”

“ Bitch get over it he not that cute.”

“ So, I like the way he thinks”

“Bitch,  stop with all the  make believe and accept the fact that this Nigga don’t want you”

“But”

“ Ma’am, you see the facts and what really going on. There are no “buts” about it”

This debate continues to go on and on

All through the night to the early signs of morn.

As I sit back and begin to realize

That due to our different views on life’s philosophies

We , in fact, could never be

The circles we run flow in two different directions.

My heart begins to shatter as I reluctantly begin to separate fact from fiction

I must admit

It fells good to be def, dumb, and blind in love for a minute

I can’t deny it , It  feel s good to know  you may actually be desired and wanted….

Living life to the fullest during this awesome time in your life….

For you never know when you are ever going to feel this way again.

The truth has always been there , you’re just too distracted to see

Even if you know the truth, u just simply, and out right refuse to acknowledge it.

Love has a way of making one feel as if they are indestructible and above the clouds.

How painful it must feel when one is reacquainted with exactly what it’s like to be on the cold, hard, solid ground.

Like I have experienced many times before

And I’m more than sure , there will be many more

So like the Bad Bitch that I am I so humbly decide
To swallow the hurt with a couple of swigs of my Hypnotiq and let it ride……

Yeah, I was in love with a thug once….
Enticed by his Swag, demeanor and his charm
To bad I will never know what it’s like to have that love returned.

why aren't people normal....
why do they constantly find a way to get on my nerves...
they never get on the next person's nerves...
is it because i look at them crazy...
or not join in their conversations...
is it cuz they are always lazy...
and i'm the only one who see's that revelation...
why are some girls so damn annoying...
why can't they just shut up...
images of a busted lips begin to show up..
in my mind...
but i don't have the time..
to entertain there attitudes,
or their pms moods..
and their bitchin over their dudes...
and men
if they aren't shot up...
their locked up...
and if they aren't locked up...
their dead...
or even worse gay...
all the good ones are...
why can't people just be normal.

I seen love today

I seen her as she walked on by holding hands with eternity

Stolling on the side walk as if she didn't have a care in the world

She wore the happiest of smiles as she glanced at me

Deep in my mind i recite exactly how much i hate her

When in all actuality i envy her

 

She is the reason why many go through highs and lows just to please her

She's the reason why many give their all just to be with her

Many cry at night because they lack her

Many fall recklessly in love because of their lack of knowledge of her

 

i seen love today

She danced and sashayed to the sweet music of eternity as he sung in her ear

I longed to wonder exactly what it was he said, oh how I wish I could hear

She giggled and blushed as if she was some what embarrassed but loved it

I turned my head because i could take no more of it

 

Many have eaten their self to a grave of gluttony because of the remnants of her wrath

Many have yet to see the daylight after one of her violent aftermaths

She'e the reason behind a down and depressed alcoholic

She's the reason why many are cursed with a stalker

She has caused many to kill in her name

Caused many to question is their living in vain

I hate her she ruins everything

once she gets involved nothing is the same

 

I see love today

She cried tears as her and eternity made their bond official

Her dress as white and pure as snow

His suit gives him an extra glow

They stand in front of each other

And not even for once removing their eyes from each other

signing their lives away to a long time of ups and down

in and outs

What are they thinking?

 

Many married in love only to divorce in hate

why is it so hard to relate

the message that love is not always forever

she picks and chooses where she wants to stay

she refuses to stay with me, no how and no way

i hate her

 

I seen that bitch they call love today

as i sat at the bus stop today

she holds the hand of eternity as she rides in the passenger seat

she sees me and i swear she reads everything about me

she's more happy than i want her to be

more carefree and happy than i want to be

the light changes and they cruise along on their way

she looked at me and smiled

then that bitch had the audacity to wave

 

i hate the wounds she has opened and refused to repair

i hate the fact that i constantly feel I am in despair

She's a bitch and she knows it

she's one person that many have failed to compete with

she's sneaky and tactful

she's blind yet so insightful

i hate that bitch like paper hates glue

and that bitch seems to hate me too.