Like I know your mind is huge
You painted your thoughts for me
You showed me it in the beginning
But you see it stopped there
It stopped when you got your hands back in the cookie jar
You stepped back into your bag and poof you were gone
You once told me I was everything you wished for
But you’re now blinded by the attention
I see your reflection of fuckboyisms when you speak now
And my urge to please you disappeared
So I watch you from a distance now
Because my reality was too heavy
And you’re not ready
So let’s be cool because promiscuous men never made me want to engage
Never wanted to go through that stage, where i was just an option
I chringe at the thought of the script flipping
Where i began to feel like the only one needy of your attention and affection
Your interest ran thin
And it would be crazy for me to think anyone of them were better than me
But you see, like you said…
“Everybody knows Picasso or even Basquiat. But a true eye knows a Jacob Lawrence piece. ”
Hoes are cool but a true black woman stands infront of you willing and able
But you rather be with the horses at the stable, wagging your tail for the pretty faces
So go ahead young