warning, its long

[persia]

Do you know what I find so incredibly amazing?
That you take offense to my oblivious response to your gazing
Is it that hard to believe that you are not at all what I want?
Need, or can even palate in my life. No sir, you just are not
I don’t really have a checklist, but if I did decide to write one out
You measuring up is something I highly doubt
See, I’m the type that demands all that I’m worth and more
And though in the past I may have lost sight, mediocrity is not what is in store

When I say you can’t afford me, you take offense at my scoff
And fix your mouth to tell me off
And that’s my bad for not fully explaining my point of view
But please, understand that after saying it so many times. I feel like my face is blue
So if you will sit and listen until I can get out all that is needed
And promise that you will walk away if my advice to you cannot be heeded
I will break it down and simply as I can
And the list is long baby; you might want to get a pen

First let me start by saying that there is nothing I would ask of you that I couldn’t deliver
That I’m the type of woman that can and will make your body, mind and soul shiver
Do you have a job or a career, as there is a huge difference between them
You haven’t yet attained what it is that you want in life, if not now, when?
Goals, my dear, which is not a dirty word at all
And you might want to make some, and lay the plans to achieve them, before you call
If you decide against what I’m saying – you know its nothing but what’s true
Then you can stop the madness and pouting about my response to you being so cool

So you have a good job, hooray for you twice
But I know you didn’t think those six figures would magically make your reception nice
Money is money and money is grand
But your money isn’t the only thing that will get your ring on my hand
Just because you have that job doesn’t make you Zeus,
You raise your voice to me again, I pray the loss of use of your legs won’t cause you that money to lose
Yes, I promised bodily harm for disrespecting me, are you mad?
Not as mad as your mama will be at your wake, if you think all that mess will be had

Don’t go getting your panties in a bunch
I say that facetiously, if you think I’m tolerating that DL sh*t, you are truly out to lunch
And by me simply taking the time to converse with you, it’s obvious I prefer men
So it’s a forever ‘NO’ asking me to bring in my friend
What kind of sh*t is that?
Listen little boy, I’m a woman, not a porno party clown in nothing but a hat
You are really making the future generations scary to me
What you show your 8 kids by 6 mamas- the stuff that would make even Rev. Martin flee

Now you goals can be personal, professional, emotional and spiritual
But don’t forget the one that will make me cook you breakfast each morning, the sexual
Now not every man is built like Mr. Marcus, this much I know
But honey, they have creams and pumps to help you out if your manhood is equal in size to your big toe
Not trying to down what you can’t control, but at least step the stamina game up a little
And it’s a va-gin-a, not a damn swizzle stick. How would you like me to gnaw on your little pickle?
Not so much I would gather
As a grown ass man, you should know better!!

Are you still with me?
Do you catch the meaning behind what I’m showing you and what to do?
I’m still hot your mama didn’t show you better and make sure she was heeded
But I guess I can’t blame her for being too frustrated to do what was needed
It’s a hard task to raise a boy into a man
You have to be willing to pick up where she left off, confident enough to take that stand
Pick up the responsibility that unto you has been bestowed
And don’t come back until all that sorry, trifilin, poor black man sh*t is old.