his love is castration

self inflicted love...talking to myself about myself

nevah gone reap nevah gone attach

no man for no woman cause all women iz scratch

in his short sightedness

 

out of his frontal lobe a stint before off his roster

rinsing his hair of any past entrapments

waiting for next filigree  to drop…pop doo wop

hold on while you can cause he is one stiletto

from the new conquest

could be you the right one mommy jimmy jest…

hold on Zeneria hold on … we shall see

woman with the Midas feel to turn his to carats

in the meantime while you twisted up in short lived euphoria

he will switch before he clings

so don’t glow Gloria…don’t glow so strong

maybe you’re the fortunate one

 

ask for pre-nup while he without funds

came here scouting for spoils…ain’ finna’ leave none

honey…not empty handied

he gone light chu up…keep asking

for…he ain’ nevah gone return

 

nevah evah gone match

you ain' never gonna measure

no man for no woman cause all women iz…  temporary

in his mess

 

sacrifice your capacity to love his direction

and into disarray

bang snip snip BANG

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

I had to read a poem with this title. Unfortunately, many of us are blinded for many reasons. Nothing worse than beating oneself up while digging out of a financial and emotional hole left by this type of person. There are gold diggers and climbers and just plain users in both genders, and they always seem to pick the best of us.

[Cory Barrett]

rinsing his hair of any past entrapments

I want this line in my repertoire...


For a moment i became a women, and you preached the gospel of no good to me. I fell down on my knees and repented my sins of expectations, and hope. I admitted i was tossed on the sea of wanderlust that he promised to take me swimming in. I confessed that I am standing outside drenched in the sweet word of his honey raining mouth when he forgot his mutha f**k'n rain coat.... and i said that s ok baby, i love you.
Somebody grab the umbrella with hidden sword handle, cause the weatherman don't need to storm no more.

Love this one!!!

[Frieda P]

Ooh man, you are one clever, crazy woman....the title grabs you at once, then the rest is just cake....

out of his frontal lobe a stint before off his roster
rinsing his hair of any past entrapments
waiting for next filigree to drop…pop doo wop
hold on while you can cause he is one stiletto
from the new conquest

I know this guy...you are brilliant!

[Sami Khalil]

"we shall see
woman with the Midas feel to turn his to carats
in the meantime while you twisted up in short lived euphoria
he will switch before he clings
so don’t glow Gloria…don’t glow so strong
maybe you’re the fortunate one

ask for pre-nup while he without funds
came here scouting for spoils"

I felt a private story in between, an advice to other women to be weary and cautious, to sacrifice not love but in due capacity. A marvelous write with some slang in it...Bravo...................

[Shirlena]

You are on the money because It's very personal, it's me at one time in the past, talking to myself about how unwise I was being in my choice in a relationship but I went back to see where you heard the slang Sam. This is exactly the words I use to talk to myself...in honest language and real talk, now that's slang lol. Of course, I don't write most of my poetry the way I talk and think all the time but this one needed my personal dialect :) Thanks Sam

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You are welcome...:)........................