so much to know about serenti gaines,
mouth flows on without any shame.
until 2 years ago I was a young woman in fear.
strong but vunerable believing anything i hear.
needin the luv of a married man I had known for years.
knowin he was married only added to my tears.
ending my relationship with him I moved to east side Decatur,
better than Stone Mountain and the distance from him was greater.
Starting over, focusing on school, not boys who appear as men.
Workin on my body till I felt and looked a perfect ten.
Writing demented poetry, no smile on my face,
many migraines, no sweetness in my taste.
Chilling with my best friend Lindsay, hearing her bossy attitude,
bein the third wheel as i kick it with her and her dude.
Having to tell Lindsay that her man came on to me,
going over his house with her to take back her key.
Reuniting with my father after 10 long years,
resurfacing sadness that resurfaced as tears.
Publishing my writing but not goin through with it,
fake friends who told me I wasn't worth ****.
Fallin in and outta luv at a drop of a dime,
feelin as if I had commited a felony and was doin my time.
Got my own house, my own car, and no man.
And to tell the truth I didn't give a dayum.
Getting outta the depression and then I got back in the game,
same house, same car, no man yeah they all the same.
Learning how to smile when I hear pssssss ayo babygurl,
hearing that line "woman I can give you the world."
Bein proud of my thickness, and the curves of my thighs,
the fullness of my lips, and the grayness of eyes.
Enjoyin bein a black woman, who knows things that some will never know,
and some of this I've just said was more than should be told.
But your RICH and I'm Serenti, and we run this flyte,
and you've help me take my feelins to a all new height.
And since I've told my secrets that consist of much more,
tell me somethin about RICH, give me a one woman tour.
I will be waitin on the secrets of your mind, your heart and soul,
but for now I'll sit in seat 9 and do what I'm told.
mouth flows on without any shame.
until 2 years ago I was a young woman in fear.
strong but vunerable believing anything i hear.
needin the luv of a married man I had known for years.
knowin he was married only added to my tears.
ending my relationship with him I moved to east side Decatur,
better than Stone Mountain and the distance from him was greater.
Starting over, focusing on school, not boys who appear as men.
Workin on my body till I felt and looked a perfect ten.
Writing demented poetry, no smile on my face,
many migraines, no sweetness in my taste.
Chilling with my best friend Lindsay, hearing her bossy attitude,
bein the third wheel as i kick it with her and her dude.
Having to tell Lindsay that her man came on to me,
going over his house with her to take back her key.
Reuniting with my father after 10 long years,
resurfacing sadness that resurfaced as tears.
Publishing my writing but not goin through with it,
fake friends who told me I wasn't worth ****.
Fallin in and outta luv at a drop of a dime,
feelin as if I had commited a felony and was doin my time.
Got my own house, my own car, and no man.
And to tell the truth I didn't give a dayum.
Getting outta the depression and then I got back in the game,
same house, same car, no man yeah they all the same.
Learning how to smile when I hear pssssss ayo babygurl,
hearing that line "woman I can give you the world."
Bein proud of my thickness, and the curves of my thighs,
the fullness of my lips, and the grayness of eyes.
Enjoyin bein a black woman, who knows things that some will never know,
and some of this I've just said was more than should be told.
But your RICH and I'm Serenti, and we run this flyte,
and you've help me take my feelins to a all new height.
And since I've told my secrets that consist of much more,
tell me somethin about RICH, give me a one woman tour.
I will be waitin on the secrets of your mind, your heart and soul,
but for now I'll sit in seat 9 and do what I'm told.
