what makes you think when you speak out his name..you will be heard
with ghetto slang...
obscure perceptions...
betraying your astute ability by breathing in the decay of fetidness stupidity...
Little girl...
what makes you think with every stride you take..he will perceive a woman of dignity...
obtuse personality...
when your kiss defeats the image of purity...
tiny cloths with draping breast sucking the evergy from stained flesh...
revealing an empty frame lost in amass of untainted scenes...
It's not a game to be played...
though you may think it's sexy and cute...
clouded by superficial allusions...
deposits of affection presented over false expressions until your ass is out and legs held high...
polished then left to dry...
forgotten upon receipt...
suddenly being cute becomes a terminal disease...
Little girl...
parading about without a clue...
oblivious to who you are..afraid to see the truth...
look in a mirror and ask the questions I'm asking you...
what makes you think without using your mind and valuing your soul...
following your heart and respecting your body...
you are the one he will keep in his life...
he doesn't need an extra spare tire
nor does he want another door mat...
but unless you expect more from yourself...
your just another hit
passed along and forgotten
(c) 2005 Lacretia Johnson