Mo.Jey Poetics

NOTE: There will definitely be a Part II for this joint...as it will explain a little more about the metaphorical rhythms I chose to use here. Enjoy, if you dare...lol


She Hate Me


I am pleased to inform you
I am, in form: atypical
Rare to the air currents she inhales
In the midst of her ex.......hell.

She hate me
And she ain't even took her next breath
She denies me my rights
When I take the steps on her left
She fucks me becuz she can
As we become less, sex
And I still love her, the same
Never knowing whus next


I reframed my refrain in time
I do not seek to rhyme the lines she sniffed
As she sleeps with anger and strangers
Who love to call her "bitch"
I renamed my lane for time
With no speed limit to discern
As she chases the very space between us
In hopes that I may crash to burn

She Hate Me

Becuz the last time we fucked
She chose to make love
As I fantasized about the woman reading this prose
Juxtaposed in reverse, the flood
So her Katrina dreams are now stealth
Stalkerlike tendencies aside
I still love the way she loathes my curve
When she breaks down and takes the ride

She Hate Me

Because I grew up and became a man
As she fiends for the boy I once was
Said her pussy controlled the way I'd stand
As she whispered her demands of my love
You don't miss a good thing til itz gone away
And my past shall never return
She held my heart, but lost her soul
A life lesson she'd never learn

She Hate Me

So she repeatedly calls me a nigga
As some other woman kisses her thighs
And licks her lips
And tells her lies
And every time I confess
As I say my rhymes
She keeps on calling me nigga
Deep inside her wrinkle in time

We fucked timeless, for freedom
In the land of the free
But unless time can relapse
There's no greater love to be
Where we once lived
Erotic melodies without fear
Is now a hate, love seduced
But my dreams of her are still near

yet, she hates me...


To be Continued...



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