space22 Poetry (2)

This is for my ladies. Better yet as we call you babies. Are so we call you so. How about my b*tch, or ho. Sorry am cursing in this poem, but theirs a few things I need to know. Women thru out world history help mold the world what it is today. You can see their work in display even till this day. Madam C. J. Walker; first million dollar women; but more importantly help hair care. So every time you get your hair fix, a part of her you share. Rosa park; help freedom movement and get people to march on their feet. So ever time you sit up on the front on the bus after a hard day of work; thank sister Rosa for that seat. Harriet Tubman; suffered bad injures to free slaves ,and the first woman to lead an armed expedition in war. So ever time you think you can't go on; think about what Miss Harriet had to go thru to free people, and you will push yourself even far. Florence Nightingale; help to show the world that nursing is a true profession as a trained profession in our modern day. So ever time you go out nursing someone in bad health, or known someone who want to go to school for nursing; man or woman; U got to thank Miss. Nightingale for proving the way. Oprah Winfrey; first African American woman billionaire, and first African American first African American syndicated talk show host. So ever time you see a successful black African American syndicated talk show host on t.v. (Tyra banks); you have to give thanks Oprah at that most. Althea Gibson; first African-American woman tennis player in any port. So ever time you see a black woman in tennis(The Williams sister); you have her to thank for breaking the color barrier in that sport. Furthermore, I can go on and on about women who made this world a better place of any race. You're more then just a pretty face. 'You are so beautiful' in and out, and shouldn't accept abuse, being use, and be contain. I know that lame sounds, but woman around the world help move many grounds. So you need to stop disrespecting yourself with unnecessary words, names , and slutty clothing for sexually gains. Making yourselves more degrading for men sexually games. As men we should have many shames, and blames for some our women lower their self esteem. With 'you getting to fat', 'You shouldn't be looking like that', 'you ain't no good to me no more', 'and shut up you hore'. As men we need to stop treating our queens mean. As I shown in my writing; woman thru out history stead out fighting for people rights, and society. Woman have dreams.You don't have to depend on your husband to stay true. Independents, stand up for yourselves, do want you need to do to make yourselves, and other respect you. Love yourself, Love you. You all are hard working 'every day people' in this World. You're no more dad's little girl. The world is your clam; its time to shine. Stand up for your rights, fight, and grab your pearl.

As I watch the light turn into dark.

Tears begin to roll down my eyes.

The rain begin to pour, and the hurts begin to rip away my heart.

Damn am sorry baby I kept giving you lame excuses and lies.

I read the text you sent, but all I see it is really saying is goodbyes.

Am feeling the rain, and the more it pour; comes the pain.

Am missing you baby so much; it got me going "insane in the membrane."

Am feeling the rain, and the more it pour; comes the pain.
Am missing you baby so much; it got me going "insane in the membrane."

Am feeling the rain because that's how we meet.
You remember baby I give you my coat, because you were cold and wet.
We then lock eyes, and instantly felled in love.
I was grateful you chosen me, because I was the ugly duckling surrounded by dove.
But I lie and cheated on you in front of God eyes up above.

Am feeling the rain, and the more it pour; comes the pain.

Am missing you baby so much; it's got me going "insane in the membrane."

Am feeling the rain, and the more it pour; comes the pain.
Am missing you baby so much; it's got me going "insane in the membrane."

Come back baby; come back home.
I miss you so much that I never slept on your side of the bed.
Without you Am so alone.
I've had cried, and cred to my face turn red.
I realize I made a mistake, and am so sorry baby forevermore.
Then I watch the dark turn into the light, and I heard the door.
It was my ba.
She said to me: "I forgive you and am here to stay. So forget about feeling the rain.
Let it pour, because am here to ease the pain.
I miss you to baby so much; It had gotten me going 'insane in the membrane.' "

So moral of the story is "you never know what you've got until it's gone."
Because all that playing around will catch up to you, and you might grow old standing alone.