Wednesday Morning and I’m listening to Keri Hilson’s “Breaking Point”. I’m high fiving all the fed up women who has had enough. I woke up this morning thinking about “young love”. Love was such a simple emotion. There was no necessity for it. If he called, he called. There was never an issue about calling, because teenage boys sometime have the tendency to give that thing called “reciprocity” better than adults.
I am a firm believer in “reciprocity”. Lauren Hill said it best in ex-factor. The entire world functions, and operates on reciprocity, so why is so hard in a relationship?
If someone is giving you 100 % you reciprocate that energy with 100%. It’s impossible to have a healthy relationship when efforts are extremely two different percentages.
How do you think your lights work; because you pay the bill. You have shelter because you pay rent. Now stop paying bills, and the relationship between you and the light company and the landlord will change. No lights for free. No shelter for free.
We can reciprocate in so many things besides love. However, love is the easiest part of reciprocity. I love how God loves me. Unconditional. However; there is a limit to my love, and it’s my own insanity. Only a fool will give a 100% to percentage of 0. Keri Hilson was absolutely right, “every woman has a breaking point”.
Madam Prezident
DAMN YOU
SATAN: I've
Been here
Before
"It’s just a little pain".
Surely, I can hurt for a short period of time/ cry every now and again, laugh, and smile sincerely/ then I’ll be ready to pray again/
This pain I've received before from the same person/who said they weren’t going to do it again/
And they did it again/ identical to the last time/Even had the Audacity to involve God/
by saying, "let’s pray"
I was praying for "A LIE".
A tear of Sorrow doesn’t mean much of anything to a battered woman/ young woman/still phenomenal/still creating/and discovering exactly who 'I am'
Am I/ some uncomplicated bitch who allows vulnerability to rape me and slit my throat.
Although/ going through the phone is a NO NO/Sometimes it confirms things you already know/ Hoping the things you've concluded in the past could not still be factual, because everyone is filled with the HOLY GHOST/
sleepless nights /when I don’t have access to my drug (LOVE)
Or shall I say I lost that ideal fairytale that was being created for me/ and through the texts I discovered she (the other woman)/
(or maybe I'm the other woman) (shittttt I don't think Im even a human in this thing, I have to be an object)
So, I OBJECT!!!
Anyhow I discovered she had a world of her own too/ their dialogue sounded a lot like my world/ the one that we created, away from everyone else.
So, is it true once a liar always a liar?/
I should call the police because this nigga is dangerous/ out on the loose Lying/without even blinking/Lying without regret!
Sadly, after it all went down/he called her to inform her/I got hold to his phone,/their lies/ and he never once said/ “Wait, let me explain”.
I mean, after killing me/the nigga could have brought me back to life/ Revive me, or something/
Instead, he left me for dead/like he did the last time/ but this time I could say “I’ve been here before”/
In the back of the alley with my pants down/ face toward the brick and a gun to the back of my skull/
Let the prayers begin
By:
Madam Prezident
