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Sentenced to Life, the possibility of parole, after...
After pulling myself up by my boot straps, I found that
No amount of resistance causes the love bug to flee, even after it had bitten me
Convicted...with the determination to get it right...
Because ladies, let's be fair, who in here doesn't want that other, that lover that allows you to know that your heart beats, that you can surmount defeat, that ride or die in your life, that make your toes curl, that getting on your nerves, that make you glide through that red light cuz' he consumes your mind, that turn your frown upside down, that if he gets too close the hairs on your neck stand, that...that...that Black MAN!
So, as i was say'in...
Convicted...with the determination to get it right I bought into the fairy tale called shining knight
But, his armor is what I missed, replete w/ bliss by a kiss from one when undressed was really a frog
Happy at home couldn't satiate his desire to leap & sit, or should i say shit on many thrones, didn't someone ever tell him to, "leave well enough alone"
So while my love was being drug and taken for granted,
He dug a ditch that his swag couldn't fix
I was twice convicted with an itch to perpetuate my own undoing in the best interest of pursuing, no knight, no Mr. Right, but my own light...
Ohhh, but first, I was Convicted of penal code 411 turned up 911
I paid my restitution and turned within and realized my solution
Sentenced to life, without the possibility of parole...
Convicted w/ the Truth: everywhere I go, there I am
Then, I was charged w/ becoming a better woman
More than cliché, is to be your own best friend instead of looking for it in a man!
But, whoever said, "You can't win for loosin'!" was yeah...
'Cuz, then I was convicted of being too bourgeoisie
Graduated from being too naive to too outspoken,
Now, I'm too independent & intimidating, "Are you fucking joking?"
I'm too suucessful, too happy, too much acting like I don't too much need a man, too educated, too beautiful, too athletic,too much nurturing, much too candid, too spiritual, too ambitious, too much class, too much sass & jazz, too much bringing sexy back, too much nails & toes tight, hair right...
And on that note too much short, too much natural, too much straight, too much weave, too much fried, dyed and laid to the side...
"You're just too muuuch, Miss!"
Just call me CONVICT...because I have had too muh of this ISH!
Sentenced to Life, the possibility of...
If the possibility is all I have, I'll wear it like a crown, pierced by the thorns,
And hustle, holding fast to faith while I visualize for more,
Convinced of the possibility of him that sees past my vessel to a level that allows kindreeed spiriiiits to parlay this thing into the rest of our...
Does it have to be a dream from which I continue to awake, in this state...
shaking my belief in the possibility of you and me, just like that, to eternity
If Bonnie can do it w/ Clyde, then Why not you & I,
You be Tarzan, I'll be Jane...we don't even need the fame
You can be the beast, I'll be your beauty & you can even get the booty...
But, I see a YOU that wants the whole, package, not just the wrapping
But instead you w/lust in yo' eyes, blinded by the white...
Oh...I know, it's the gold & the bling illuminating yo screen that has you to think of me as a piece of meat best suited to be wearin' yo sheets...
Oh, okay...it's the pink that let me think that it's all thiiis flyneeess that solicited the wink, when instead its "him" to whom you speak
Or is it the green that has you captivated,
no time in space to be dedicated to another human being,
Orrrr, I get it...it's the incest that's got you a mess,
Committed to yo' momma or yo' sista,
But, yo' sistah Yolandah told you to..."Be Blessed"!
I get that I'm not perfect, just a very close second, I reckon,
if someone would soon get the lesson, "Stop wreckin' yo blesson"
To believe or not to believe, that is my question
If you impel me to believe that THIS is the best that I can get,
Then give me capital punishment; because I'm not doing this...
Approaching 2 score of this love'less,
One woulda think of me a menace,