How I Deal. . .

Uttering nothing but a cold silence from my lips. Speak only when spoken to. Expressing how I feel, detailed in rhymes. For i can only look with my hands, touch not with my eyes thinkin deep in my mind, "This cant be right."As i watch you sauntering around breathing in such arrogance thinking that everyone owes you something. Hand out accepting every offer you get dealt like its welfare, well where's your self respect miss, for that attitude witll get you no where as if you were really goin somewhere. Turning flips and tricks for everything walkin that has a dick, Easy is what they will soon call you, loose is what you will be, respect is what you will lose and a name. .. is what you WILL gain. Cute is what this never was and shame in your game is clearly what you never had and, the love of your father must be rare because what you call love is what he calls pleasure. How you show affection is what he calls a good time. An open mouth used to mean conversation and ears to listen, didnt your mother thell you not to put things in your mouth that didnt belong? Whats 5 seconds of an orgasm worth to your dignity?? You deserve better but you shun everyone that tries to show you concern love and affection, tossing us aside like we were the ones that did the damage. Repeating things to yourself trying to convince others that things are going well when your really trying to convince yourself. Babygirl, your more transparent than a piece of plastic wrap. I see the hurt, pain and confusion so wrap your mind around this thought, let it marinade. . .If you need me, i'll be here with an open mind. A closed mouth never gets fed and just because you didnt open your legs to him doesnt make your deeds any less pleasing to God's sight. But im done preaching to a choir of apathetics, letting it go i one ear and out the other, if you dont want to hear it, my pen and paper will. . .Uttering nothing but a cold silence from theses lips, expressing how i feel, detailed in rhymes.