Further Adventures Of My Book : A Musing

She bought his bullshit , lock , stock , and barrel ,
 
like an investment in a future she did not think  
 
would bear fruit , yet some part of her liked the  
 
risky business and intercoursal exchange , though  
 
as more than some commodity , few if any could  
 
afford her ;  
 
She localized her heartache into a little box she kept  
 
on her altar to the dark goddess of relationships past  
 
some wraith half hidden as she did not want to fully  
 
remember how she had to nix some nitwits out of her  
 
nookie before she became a granny with a couch potato  
 
for a boyfiend , or had to practice animal husbandry with  
 
kids like little goats running around and butting heads  
 
with her when she told them to cease and desist  
 
 
She could not resist dismantling the emotional architecture  
 
of those who lived in glass skyscrapers , heads in the clouds ,  
 
with no real foundation , totally see through , and skeletons  
 
in their basement ;  
 
 
She led those who tried a drive by romance , down free ways  
 
into off the road cul de sacs like some deadly damsel , then  
 
showed them what a girl from the hood could do , when you  
 
backed her into a corner , her coroner friend disposing of the  
 
bodies , before they went to some next booty call , to reap some  
 
corporate pirates treasure ;  
 
 
 
She was not to be fucked with , until she initiated the action , then  
 
she was some cotton candy queen in just give me a platform heels ,  
 
ready to rap some politician around her little finger with her words ,  
 
like a pinky ring , with her forefinger in a come hither curl , like her  
 
long hair after her beautician got done with her , and filed her nails  
 
razor sharp so she could walk any straight edged street with pride ,  
 
a sista of mistas , but nobody's bitch ;

I Can Take You To Any Heaven Or Lead You To Any Hell

All In How You Treat Me And How And What I Spell

I Am Woman