Black Poetry : DIARY OF AN ANGRY BLACKMAN

Poeticvibez

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I want you to hear the words from the torn pages of a mans diary
Mr. 12 play said it takes one man to make one women hate all men
Let me ask you then
How many women does it take to make that one man hate all women
These aren't stories from an angry black man
These are from the I don't get no slack man and All I receive is flack man Cause she cant get over the experience from that man
It was like I was in a revelation
I stepped in on a four way conversation
This is reality not some mans imagination
As four vents vent their frustration
Names will not be stated
They will be named him, he, I, and we
First sip taken
This is six years in the making
Not like one day he awakened and asked her to marry him
Told her that her parents know
With family and friends around
He reached deep deep deep into his soul on his knees while fought to keep control
Just to hear the answer NO
She grabbed his heart out his chest
No shovel buried six feet deep laid to rest
Said she done moved on to the next
Second glass for the buzz cause he wants to know why
Why don't we see when she's lying
Cant you see how she sent his love flying
Made his real love feel like it wasn't genuine
Sad how he had to hear it from the next man
How she was dropping the missing sex on the next man
Right to left man
He even found out that she was banging the FedX man
Now he knows why his packages were always on time
Now you on drink three to ice cubes close to being tipsy
Best man found the hidden tapes
In it she was gripping the headboards with her legs splited
She didn't even hide her face in it
The truth was to hard to take
Without haste he shattered the tape
Did it without looking
Wasn't going to be the one to commit a crime of passion
Wasn't going to be the one tooken by some action like taping
Afraid what viewing would awaken
His hearts breaking cause he asked her and when she answered
He could see that her I love You’s were vacant
Fourth glass got you inebriated
Drunk his voice elevated
Said with tears spraying she wasn't playing me
Even if the chick that I did see on the street look just like the love that I call my sweet
Plus she cant play a player but
player must have been played
Or in the wrong game cause the loss was shinning in his eyes
Pupils a screen screaming how she played me
So ladys when he takes you out then
Back to the crib he bangs your back out to the point that you pass out
Tomorrow morning its get your *** out
Why
Cause It takes one man to make one women hate all men
So she then ends up hurting that good man as bad as she can
Now that one man hates all women
And the cycle begins again :flamet: :flamet:
 
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