It’s your birthday. . .
Time has replaced me as your second child.
It’ll be in your life longer than I’ll ever be.
No need to reconcile.
…….
I’m content with that.
Tag: Los Angeles
Bottle Service
To Be your first born girl
I should most definitely mean the world
To be your first born child
You should be there for longer than just a while
To be the one who gave you the title “mom”
It should be apparent as a “parent”
That when I need you when I ask
You don’t push me off
and drift away so fast.
I need you forever
No matter what we go through
Our relationship should only get better.
Don’t tell me about my siblings
And how they felt, and what you did
Must have slipped your mind
That I basically was second to raising those kids.
Now I need you here for me
But you’re leaving
Using every excuse
While bringing up old shit from 2003.
But it’s whatever
… I guess
Like you said, “I’ll get over it”
Yea, you got better things to do
Trying to give me money
To brush off our issues
They’re not going nowhere
Neither am I
I just hope you understand
How much I’m hurt
How much I’ve cried
Before you reach
Thee end of your time.
FF #3
We lose our sleep
With the same song on repeat
Of how we’re going to leave so and so alone
They will not defeat
Then we begin to think
What if I’ll forever be lonely
In these dangerous streets
Where love is just a myth
To where we become numb to the truth of what it is
Ain’t this some shit
We begin to say
I was just laying next to you the other day
Now I see you with a different person everyday
But still hit me up when they go a different way
As if I’m suppose accept your actions
I’m just minding my business
While you’re out relaxing
With someone who you’re gonna tell me is just a friend
Or better yet, my favorite lie
“That’s just my cousin”
As if I didn’t just see you tongue her down
But yet want to still keep me around
That’s nasty
I don’t like other people germs
Show me you love me and want me through your actions
You can keep your words.
Haiku 2
We think about it
We try not to abuse it
Lust distracts our eyes
DB 2/14
It’s your birthday today
You probably won’t even read this
Because
According to you
My actions are effortless
So no I won’t be calling you
I know it’s pretty rude
I’m just showing you
That I can do what you do
free flow 2
now tell me about your dreams
and where you’ll like to be
or are you settled where you’re currently now
in a government controlled town
what gets you wide up
to wake up each day
is it the family
or are they in your way
what would you have done different
than what you do now
when you open your eyes
do you understand the bow
the bow to other morals
bow to other states
bow to these mothefuckers fucking up your day
bow to who’s in front of you
bow to their shows
bow to the writers who feed you daily news
bow to me
I can truly see
that you my friend
are avoiding reality
the reality
of not just knowing
but living your dreams
where you bow to no one
because now they call you
the queen
the king
the royalty
What Win?
Am I living my dreams
Or am I only awaking each day to scream
Gotta wake up to wash up
To accomplish someone else’s dream
Constantly praying to God
To help me get through this job
To keep me on the right path
So that I don’t have to go out and rob
Why can’t I just wake up rich?
I gotta actually work for that shit?
Don’t wanna put my hand out
But my pockets are in a drought
It’s nothing that rain can do
But bring many sad news
About this person and person
Getting in accidents too
Trynna turn my frown
Upside down
But all I can think about is being wealthy in the future
And bypassing the now!
What thee fuck am I to do?
When the bills are due?
Forget this thing called life,
Cut!
Now it’s your cue!
