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Speak Up
Some of these men will wine and dine the panties off of you
say they want to get to know you but never really end up knowing you
they’ll make you think they are your knight in shining armor
proclaiming they will never do harm to you
you give them your heart and body, and for a chance at true love you'll risk any and everything
outwardly professing you're built for respect and real good loving
they claim you as their queens, and thus you crown them your kings
got you believing that they are the only ones you will ever need
feeding you well rehearsed lines like five am chicken feed
giddy headed he encompasses your every thought
the kind of love you won over so easily, not even hard fought
things start becoming routine, a play slap while arguing turns into a soothing kiss
it looks and feel like s&m got you smiling excitedly in sensual bliss
then they break down your defenses with a little rough talk and more rough playing
bruising you up, he says sorry, you eat it up, kno what i’m saying
at this point you should've been ended the relationship, quick without delaying
but you’re happy and in love besides he said he didn’t meant nothing
then comes the black eyes, proclaiming they try'na toughing you up
by this time your flight or flight defenses are all but gone amuck
you sit talking to yourself how the fuck did this all go wrong
Mr. sweet and dapper lover lovers turns out to be some sucka ass wayward motherfuckers
you become their punching bag addiction, the crack of their affliction
they isolate and control you, looking like Jules winnfield from pulp fiction
the color purple sporting a swollen Celie face with your three chicken foot voodoo finger gesture
you know what to do, you’ve heard, read and seen the stories about domestic violence
yet you stay quiet as kept, fearing if you leave they’ll seek retribution
with one word you know people who would hem them niggas up for you
roll up on them anywhere they go, merck those pussy ass niggas for you
but they got you so in love and so shook that you don’t even seem to care
taking days off from work to tend to your broken heart, bruises, hiding your tears
suddenly you find yourself becoming non resistant and willfully complacent
they have you where they want, the fight has ended as they snuff out your existence
then comes the headlines and the dedications on peoples social media pages
got them saying damn when did this happen, I’m shocked I hadn’t seen her in ages
remembering the beautiful person you once were with the gorgeous smile
it doesn’t have to end up this way but for the abusers, that’s exactly their style
you are their prey, hand picked for wanting something that is beautiful and true
a cruel wicked lie by horrible wicked people who want to ruin real love for you
they wanted to turn you sour that way you would live life fearing love, living alone and being jaded forever
the goal is to keep your emotional torment, making their fist a welcome sight of entertainment for their devious enjoyments
and you blindly accept them as your mate and the grave your fate, your saving grace
but I want you to live and choose life speak loud and clear tell us your plight
silence is not humility not when it undignified and grossly violates your sovereignty.
Speak Out
SPEAK UP
say they want to get to know you but never really end up knowing you
they’ll make you think they are your knight in shining armor
proclaiming they will never do harm to you
you give them your heart and body, and for a chance at true love you'll risk any and everything
outwardly professing you're built for respect and real good loving
they claim you as their queens, and thus you crown them your kings
got you believing that they are the only ones you will ever need
feeding you well rehearsed lines like five am chicken feed
giddy headed he encompasses your every thought
the kind of love you won over so easily, not even hard fought
things start becoming routine, a play slap while arguing turns into a soothing kiss
it looks and feel like s&m got you smiling excitedly in sensual bliss
then they break down your defenses with a little rough talk and more rough playing
bruising you up, he says sorry, you eat it up, kno what i’m saying
at this point you should've been ended the relationship, quick without delaying
but you’re happy and in love besides he said he didn’t meant nothing
then comes the black eyes, proclaiming they try'na toughing you up
by this time your flight or flight defenses are all but gone amuck
you sit talking to yourself how the fuck did this all go wrong
Mr. sweet and dapper lover lovers turns out to be some sucka ass wayward motherfuckers
you become their punching bag addiction, the crack of their affliction
they isolate and control you, looking like Jules winnfield from pulp fiction
the color purple sporting a swollen Celie face with your three chicken foot voodoo finger gesture
you know what to do, you’ve heard, read and seen the stories about domestic violence
yet you stay quiet as kept, fearing if you leave they’ll seek retribution
with one word you know people who would hem them niggas up for you
roll up on them anywhere they go, merck those pussy ass niggas for you
but they got you so in love and so shook that you don’t even seem to care
taking days off from work to tend to your broken heart, bruises, hiding your tears
suddenly you find yourself becoming non resistant and willfully complacent
they have you where they want, the fight has ended as they snuff out your existence
then comes the headlines and the dedications on peoples social media pages
got them saying damn when did this happen, I’m shocked I hadn’t seen her in ages
remembering the beautiful person you once were with the gorgeous smile
it doesn’t have to end up this way but for the abusers, that’s exactly their style
you are their prey, hand picked for wanting something that is beautiful and true
a cruel wicked lie by horrible wicked people who want to ruin real love for you
they wanted to turn you sour that way you would live life fearing love, living alone and being jaded forever
the goal is to keep your emotional torment, making their fist a welcome sight of entertainment for their devious enjoyments
and you blindly accept them as your mate and the grave your fate, your saving grace
but I want you to live and choose life speak loud and clear tell us your plight
silence is not humility not when it undignified and grossly violates your sovereignty.
Speak Out
SPEAK UP
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