Hypothetical
“U”
It wasn’t you
twerking that held me all night when I got that phone call that my man’s had committed
suicide… black and blue my soul was hurting, I was trying to be a man but you looked past my façade to my soul life giver energy I start absorbing…
Touched me with your light that every Queen has
hidden inside I felt the hands of
nurturer working… For you my queen for us to make this journey there are so
many things about false masculinity I am unlearning…Ma that was “U”.
It wasn’t
your thigh gap, six pack or flat belly that took the day off work to take care
of me. I don’t know if it was the flu or chicken soup that almost killed me
(lol) I made it, the flu didn’t that’s all that really matters. I might not always
see but I can feel the Goddess with in from sub atomic molecular particles we vibe
on the frequency of unseen anti matter, Ma thank you for being full of love and
being made from honey and gold, I am trying to drop some truth so please don’t I
am trying to flatter … and that was “U”.
It wasn’t the
Fat Ass (and trust me I am looking and its righteous back here lol) that held
me down when I lost my job and need to
crash, you kept me focused when I was frustrated from looking , all the way the
through process you made sure Bald head didn’t take my crown as a man , “U” reminded me no matter
what I would always be your man,
trusted in the vision I remember what you said
“king I trust you keep pushing execute the
plan, I will stop loving you when there
is not one grain on earth and mars of sand
, we said whatever my come especially the hard stuff that we never plan” yeah
that was “U”.
It was not the
nude selfies (thank you thou), duck lips and designer tight clothes that made
stay committed after you let me hit it, dam I can’t lie after I got a taste I knew
I would not be able to quit it “ it’s your Papi are going
come get it?). It looks good on the outside but it’s the light that’s inside, and
things you randomly sometimes I can’t fully wrap around my mind, you’re not my
trophy, so to the rest of the world listen up closely …when it starts slip 20-30 years from now I will still slap that ass
and say she is my one and only, I aint playing games woman, latter on to night one on one bedroom basketball, I am
the black Mumba drive hard down lane it’s the only time your allowed to call me
Kobe lol.. For “U”
...Hypothetically
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