THAT TIME OF THE MONTH

BITCH

I’m a good mood, let’s F… That over 40’s attitude when you’re man enough, and know you always had what they want. Self-therapy and introspection of how the love we cherished disappeared.

I was game in my 20’s but never someone to play with. You said you were ready for my rule. Now you wanna change up after obeying this long like your clit has an itch for a different dick. The cure for that is remembering new pussy makes old dick grow another inch. so, anything new you’re doing better be in your old man’s bedroom.

A woman is the backbone, From the bob of her head, strength of her neck, flexibility of her hips to the curl of her toes, your anatomy blesses her soul.

Until she starts testing your differences. Coming back from business trips with strange bruises like she encountered human voodoo-a new influence.

She’s tryna get accustomed to seeing ghosts. You have kids to protect so you do your best to keep her close, until it kills you. Or you wait till their grown to take that chain off your neck. With all the death you’ve seen, you personally, are the most dangerous haunting but you stay blessed with a kind heart.

The only thing worse than being alone is wishing you were. When did we become the definition of Love hurts.

Or worse…

Loves Curse.