Black Poetry : Dear Mr. Player

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  1. krazelyricks

    krazelyricks Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Dear Mr. Player,

    I'm writing you this letter
    To tell you I'm not your ordinary heifer
    Been there done that, I can do better
    Ain't got time to beg
    Cuz with just the extension of my leg
    I always turn heads
    Money to the ceiling, I had country maids
    Ain't a [email protected] thing you could have give me that I ain't already had
    I thought you were the one
    Until you played me, got me at home
    All alone
    Singing that "where the the he11 my man at?" lonely song
    But this ain't destiny's child, and you [email protected] shole ain't gon' hear me moan
    I got better things on my plate, than to worry about you hon
    You thought you could play me and get away with it
    Thought you could lied about being committed
    Boy pah-leeze I ain't with it
    Got to come with better game than that, I dealt it
    You can't play it
    Talking about you want me to have your baby
    Then when I have it, you leave me
    Don' bumped your head if you think you can leave me
    With a whining @ss baby and all lonely
    Getting tired of the hang up calls by yo girls
    The b!tches that you fooled like me into thinking they your world
    What about her?
    I can't believe you lied about going with her?
    If that's your girl
    I want you for my wifey
    That's what you said to me
    Almost daily
    And I can't believe I said yes, believing that fake @ss fantasy
    I actually believed I was your main lady
    when you came for money
    That I gave instantly
    I believed you would repay me
    when you said you didn't know her
    I believe you didn't know her
    And when you said you would never hurt me
    Silly me
    I believed you would never hurt me
    Now, three years later
    4 kids, a failed marriage, and a bankrupcy later
    I'm sitting here looking at you in my arms
    Crying over your head and ****, wondering why I did bodily harm
    Was it worth what you did to me?
    And when I look at you bleeding next to me
    I say yes, what goes around comes around, m0ther******
    And when I shot you in the head, I didn't regret a thing, I felt better
    I deserved better
    So Dear Mr. Player,
    I guess I'll have to see you later
    But when I do I hope you've come to your senses and said I'm sorry to me and her
    When we meet again
    In heaven
    I want you to repay me for what you did
    I want to actually forgive all that you said

    Signed and sealed,
    The Crying Black Widow
     
  2. AHMOSE

    AHMOSE Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    wow,

    This piece hits me with a old school style, but the message cuts even harder today. Nicely done poet.
    Thanx for the inspiration...
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    awesome flow here poet !!!!
     
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    watzinaname Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    This definitely got my attention poet, and may I say this could be a part of something bigger, a story perhaps? Flow on poet.
     
  5. tichaona

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    i'm feeling this one. there's a strong current of pain in it as well as fatality. too often when the wounded fight back against the "wounder", they're supposed to feel guilty about it. however, like the narrator said, "what goes around comes around". good writing.
     
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