Black Poetry : THE FRIEND ZONE

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THE FRIEND ZONE

“Let’s be friends” … a three word phrase that has a ring to it
Along with a certain feel of which I can say I’ve been through it
With a solemn sentiment that is all its own
Words that automatically puts you in the friend zone
Given the choice, I’d rather be on a different plane with a woman
But I take it as an ominous sign and an incomplete omen
That we’re not meant to be … for whatever reason
I’m not one to look at it as a betrayal or an act of high treason
“Let’s be friends” … three words that strikes a chord
Leaving a sour taste on my emotions, rattling me like a bean in an empty gourd
And though I’ve grown since first hearing those words, the feelings still ring like a chime
I go on about my business now, and grow with the passing of time
Like the sound of my own voice, I’ve heard it for so long
It sings like a line from an all-to-familiar song
“Let’s be friends” … has a familiar resonance
I’m used to it because the friend zone is my residence

With the hope of something more planted in my heart
I gain a boldness and a confidence to approach you and take a start
To articulate what and how I feel about the apple of my eye
Only to hear three words that would form an emotional sty
Hearing those words for the first time didn’t put my mind at ease
They stirred discomfort in my soul and made me fall to my knees
But as I grew into a man and heard these words time and again
I’d bow in a nod and acquiesce and embrace those words with a grin
I had to learn to be myself, because myself is who I am
I had to learn to continue to open up, instead of closing up like a clam
I had to learn to face my feelings instead of running in retreat
And more importantly, if no one is to walk with me, I am to move with my own two feet
There’s a sting that’s felt neutral to gender, whether hers or his
When our hopes meet head on the reality of what is
We all feel it to varying degrees – a feeling that’s asserts its give
This is where I rise and retire because the friend zone is where I live

I could take it as an affront to my ego, and feel that I’ve been trashed
I could take it personally … at least I did in the past
That what I felt for a woman, they didn’t necessarily feel for me
In my younger days, even though I had to let go, I just couldn’t let it be
I would torment myself as to why or why not -
A particular woman wasn’t willing to give me a shot
Needlessly burdening myself with thoughts brought on by immaturity
With an ever-growing self consciousness and mounting insecurity
Turns out I had to get over myself and do myself a favor
I had to appreciate my own sense of self, my own form and flavor
I had to grow up, and grow out of the ‘why me’ state of mind
And come to a knowledge that I am truly one of a kind
I don’t erupt into a ‘hissy-fit’ and decide to throw a tantrum
Nor do I keep bitterness in my personality, like the taste of ‘bad rum’
I don’t don a grimace, stomp and say “I’m not having that”
Instead, I stand on my porch and nod ‘alright’, because the friend zone is my habitat

I’ve come to understand the feelings that I underwent
And know now that ‘rejections of sorts’ isn’t a punishment
It could be a message meant to be up front with no intent to deceive or trick
Or it could very well be a sign that e and you just don’t click
I’ve come to understand that sometimes men and women are meant to be what they are
Just friends, or even acquaintances … or perhaps balanced equals on par
Or maybe, just maybe people are in each others life for one specific purpose
That in later times will enrich them both, and bring the other to surplus
I’ve come to know that some men and women aren’t meant to become lovers
It’s just not meant to be … for one reason or the other
It could be a matter of perceived preeminence or personal dominion
It could be a matter of values … or a difference of opinion
I’ve grown a thick skin, like the sheath providing protection from the knife
I’ve matured since the days of grade school and realize that rejection is a part of life
I’ve come to appreciate platonic relationships as not being a mean to varying ends
And on that note, I say to you with a soulful look … “Let’s be friends”

Written by: Charles
© 2009
 
Friendship Train

Needlessly burdening myself with thoughts brought on by immaturity
With an ever-growing self consciousness and mounting insecurity
Turns out I had to get over myself and do myself a favor
I had to appreciate my own sense of self, my own form and flavor
I had to grow up, and grow out of the ‘why me’ state of mind
And come to a knowledge that I am truly one of a kind
I don’t erupt into a ‘hissy-fit’ and decide to throw a tantrum
Nor do I keep bitterness in my personality, like the taste of ‘bad rum’

I like the this. Way to step up to the reality plate, Bro.MAN. :great:
 
I enjoyed this read GS I grew up in a household overflowing with brothas lol
and most of them tell me the same thing, that men and women cant be "friends"
and when a brotha got a sistah who is just a "friend" its because he either cant have her or hes waiting till he gets his chance or he dont want her & hes trying to be cordial about it LOL
It was nice to read a different take on the "friend zone" :read:
 

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