Tripping

You know I think about women
This is not sexual, although my sexual preference is women
I just think on them a lot, not obsessing, but a lot
Not in ways to get them into bed or ensuring what I got

I think of other things like the way that they smell
The way that her voice rose and the way that it fell
The beauty of their hair cut short or draped down their back
Balding from an illness or treatment, yeah boo I like it like that

Without cause or need she willingly accepts responsibility
Eternally assigned to prove herself and her abilities
Homemaker, bread winner, and for her children willing to live as a more
Pushed beyond the edges of darkness and willing to take some more

Her natural beauty is amazing but with makeup she's able to enhance
How can you not walk among the stars as she graces you with a dance
She has prepared meals, dirty diapers have been smelt and changed
Wood gathered, water fetched, with a garden growing on the plains

Her contributions are overlooked for bad sex and then rolling off
Taking credit for her success because your morals have been lost
All failures are her fault, especially failures that causes you shame
Your many short comings is how you want her to recognize her pain

Yes I love women drugged out or holy rollers shooting off at the mouth
Whatever their sexual preference because sex isn't what this is about
Whether kicking mad knowledge or at times not always completely there
Those that show to much affection and also the ones can't show they care

I simply love and think about them and all of their quirky ways
Once age appropriate you can love her for the rest of her days
Her small or large breast, thin or thick, with small or full hips
But as I said this isn't about love or sex, so boo please don't trip