When will you see that I am affected
I try too hard to keep your feelings protected
That I am the one left wounded in the end
Should've kept it real instead of pretend
That I was ok when u slacked
When in truth it was anger that away I packed
So Am I partially to blame? Maybe so
But here is one thing I do know
EverYone has to take account for their part
Something you failed to do from the start
Cuz if that was what you first chose
I wouldn't b ready to leave you to tHese popcorn hoes
I refuse to accept less than what I'm worth
No matter how much you try to charm me with your gerth
As women we always love hard
And we never want to have to pull your card
But when we have been in the past abused
Sometimes shit gets blurry and can b easily confused
Never do we want to feel used and unappreciated
Time can't heal all wounds until past has completely faded
Which never happens til our demise
So please don't act like my words come as a surprise
"I am Jamaican. I am African American. I am beautiful. I am courage. I am power. I am love. Ain't I a woman?" ;0)
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Gotta let you know
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