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Isn't this poem Nice?

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Wife Woman Friend - Part 1

I guess I should not be surprised that my beginning was his end After all, we were just friends Although in my world I was his girl.So in my mind I pretended to be his wife. Saying sh*t like, "there's only so many years in a woman's life" Right, so I gave him three years

Yet he had the audacity to step to me on this Donnell Jones "I don't know where I wanna be" type sh*t I wasn't supposed to be like this

He hit me with the forehead kiss. He told me life was a journey and he was ready to explore this sh*t

And I was pissed. I start pullin' out Tupac hits telling me to keep my head up and R. Kelly picks about when a woman's fed up Cause I was down with him for so long, that I didn't think I could get up. Till one day I got tired of sleeping on pillows my tears had wet up and Realized that life goes on.

And no he didn't choose me and that doesn't make him right nor wrong And just because he was the epitome of my life that doesn't make me wrong nor right Like I said I was his friend and not his wife And I should've acted within that capacity. And then this breakup would've been "just one of them things" And not a f**king tragedy. And all the time I spent mad at him I should've been mad at me

After all I was the one that gave him the key to my house Let him hang clothes in my closet just in case we go out Washing all his dirty clothes to make a "full load" And let him finish all the leftovers just so the food don't go old For the times that we raw-dogged just cause he "lost all the rubbers"

And though I showed him more support than his father, brother, sister, and mother And just 'cause those same people dial my number when they're trying to stay in touch And he received mail at my address "cause he sleeps here so much"

Got total control of the remote control to the TV, DVD, and radio And even though his name is not on my lease got sh*t in my house th at is off limits to me. Like his side of my bed and his stash of weed

And I better not touch his shoebox, Fruit Loops, mouthwash or toothbrush He even had his own set of towels But none of this obligates him to me because not once did we exchange vows And If I knew then, what I know now, I probably would've listened. When he said it was some sh*t that he needed to get out his system

But I was too busy bitchin', jumpin' bad like I was gonna hit him And in the back of my mind all I could fathom was how much I was gonna miss him And just because I'm cryin' don't mean I'm the victim

It's just that I was too scared to let him go 'cause some other chick might get him And that was my fault, it was my decision. I should've never put my heart in my mind's position

But I couldn't shake him--he was like a bad habit And all this for a ***** that was just average, doing average ***** sh*t. Like talking out the side of his neck and thinking with his d*ck.

But, I must admit he's the one I wanted to commit to Either I wasn't living up to my potential, or I was just the average chick But I chose to believe that I was a woman caught up in a feeling Both physical and emotional, who was way too willing to give her all to a man

And though it may sound stupid I would do it all again Just next time for my husband and not a ***** I call my friend.

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  1. I like it a lot!

    Read this, please:

    William Wordsworth

    To a Butterfly

    I’ve watched you now a full half-hour,

    Self-poised upon that yellow flower;

    And, little Butterfly! indeed

    I know not if you sleep or feed.

    How motionless!—not frozen seas

    More motionless! and then

    What joy awaits you, when the breeze

    Hath found you out among the trees,

    And calls you forth again!

    This plot of orchard-ground is ours;

    My trees they are, my Sister’s flowers;

    Here rest your wings when they are weary;

    Here lodge as in a sanctuary!

    Come often to us, fear no wrong;

    Sit near us on the bough!

    We’ll talk of sunshine and of song,

    And summer days, when we were young;

    Sweet childish days, that were as long

    As twenty days are now.

    Can you tell me what you think?

    LIGHT BRIGHT!

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