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Whew
Tired of asking myself
Why you sometimes do
The shit you do
Taking and placing
Putting and throwing
Attitude showing emotions
On me then, then
Jump up and leave
Me, in solitary
Alone to marinate on
Some bull shit
That I had no choice
But was forced so I ate
Served up on that
“It didn’t have shit
To do with me and
I can’t control it” plate
I’m full and tired of all of it
The last one to know
Why your aggression grows
Left with blank stares,
Short answers and slammed doors
This nigga has lost
His ever lasting mind
And I breathe in deep
And close my eyes
When I can’t take it no more
And I’m haunted by tired phrases
And mind fucked mazes
Of your inner masculine mysteries
And queries of how
You do and don’t treat me
And why I continue
To do the shit that I do
Cop an attitude with me
For buying you new shoes
With eyes closed in thought,
I’m just about to get buck
That’s when you come back
Then you act a little right
So I smile, take that shit again
This time we’ll have better luck
Damn, am I still getting fucked?
Robyn V. Evans
