It’s bad ain’t it? The way I let him take over my heart, For some reason I thought he was different from all the others, though, I must admit brotha’s game was pretty fly, he had me lifted on some kind of emotional high, It was impressive the way his words could sound so natural, I found it cool how he could lie directly to my face, staring me straight in the eyes. And if I’m not mistaken, didn’t I just write a poem about a fool in disguise? Damm that’s bad I can’t even practice what I preach, I was deafened by his false words, wasn’t even tryna listen, but so quick to teach, I was walking around with the impression that this sh** couldn’t happen to me, It’s bad ain’t it? How he had me wrapped around his finger, I swore up and down he was the one, I’m starting to think that maybe love just isn’t for me, since I’ve been blinded by good game, I now walk around bumping into walls, wondering if I will ever be able to trust again, hoping one day to gain my senses back, my head hung low, ashamed that I let some guy run my life off track. It’s bad ain’t it? But this won’t last forever, I refuse to put myself in the..... “ I need a man to support me, get my hair and nails done” category I refuse to put myself in the.... “ I failed because I chose to let a man shatter my dreams” category I refuse to be defeated by the “Black woman’s” stereotype. I can here my mom telling me now, I better get my act together, because I know she taught me better!!!!