Embarrassed; Speak their language-Done Yet Here Lies Erotica

She    
We  
They    
US    
Them    
Those    
Women    
Mixed    
Whoever    
Elizabeth    
Was    
Everybody at today’s rate    
wants a special pass    
(exceptionalism will get you in trouble)    
To do something    
Somewhere    
(Not with me; you ain't)    
That wasn’t my thing    
Yadda yadda yadda    
And stuffy    
Wasn’t really her thing either    
But situation    
Was pulling for    
Something that came    
To pick me up    
For a hip-hop play    
And hesitant    
Was rolling her eyes    
A little bit older    
(She was a little younger  
Coming at me: grown)  
So she had    
Some different    
Kinda shyt going on    
Although we went    
She was hyped;    
It took a lot    
To get a reaction    
Out of me    
Emotional deflect    
Half the time,    
But uhm    
Judgmental    
Was watching her    
Well as long as    
She’s having fun    
Trying to validate    
Her blackness    
And my company    
Didn’t really help    
We weren’t black    
Enough    
In the areas    
She wanted it in    
(                         )    
Didn’t want to be    
A party pooper but yay    
At the end of the night    
She walks me to the car    
“I’mma run back in    
And holla at my girl a minute”    
Now realistically she was gone    
Long enough that they could’ve    
Been blowing each other    
(She was yellow like her too)    
I’m all “whatever” to the radio    
So she took me home    
We continued to date    
Like there hadn’t been    
A significant glitch    
In something already    
Distant like    
100 light years across    
A spiral galaxy;    
Milky way-    
Barred from    
Everywhere    
Except    
Within those    
Negligible jets    
On that    
Orion    
Night wing    
Distinguishable from courting;    
Yes, you courted formally back then)    
And delayed reaction    
Had to let her know    
That we knew;    
“You know it was foul-she would understand that word    
(we’re done let’s not pretend anymore)    
How you left me    
In the car for that prolonged    
Amount of time    
While you hollered at yo home girl    
/Sometimes you gotta talk to a bitch    
In their language/    
To which she replied    
“You waited too long    
To bring it to me”    
Come again?    
The translation:    
“Your emotions have been    
Nullified by the amount of time    
It took you to speak up.”    
{It was going to be some shit with her either way- just by looking at her}    
   
(Fondest memory    
She once engraved my name    
In large letters on the beach    
No idea what we were doing    
Long enough for her to do that;    
Probably messing around    
In my doomsday prepper bag    
Before seeing what she was up to    
Grant it my name is only 4 letters-    
Which was romantic for a minute    
But you know    
People have motives-    
She caught me    
In between the movement)