One Final Fuck You
So this is it, I gave One the kiss of death,
I need to visit and see if I’m still blessed.
Two think that I’m just fooling myself
Or I’m complacent with potential wasted
And I say
“Wait until you see this”
Bitch I’ve stated this long enough!
And this ain’t yelling, my volume is just turned up.
You can slurp them all if it was up to me,
Gee you probably do it and did it anyway.
Did you let them spray?
Fucking ignorant isn’t it?
And I know because of you,
Unfortunate, but true so fuck you hoe.
And goodbye to what ambition was,
Chasing a dream, or paying tuition
Two parts were fictitious, figuring out if
That was a part of the tradition.
I’m not done, listen.
I don’t need you for the glory
You’re behind Behind the Story.
But I won’t forget you fake snoring
To indicate that what I was talking about was boring
But when you had to talk
I had to stop.
I would say “Let’s walk”
You’d say,
“No! Just stop.”
Well like you go on a head
I’d gone on ahead.
Now I see you and you put on these masks
You smile all the while wilding with witty schemes
I even see you in my dreams
But I’ll laugh in the end,
And I’ll always say that again.
Again is my gain
Experience points are dropping in the rain.
Frame your mind around this:
I see you now,
Before you met me or him
Your eyes are glowing
Filled with half innocence
But it’s beautiful.
Because the garden wasn’t done growing,
But the soil produced progress.
This is 8 years before a prom dress.
Even now it’s funny when you trip on a step.
But then you had an awakening
It was the immature plan of “how to get a man”
From then on you figure out how to “play” with boys.
It’s not immediate though you’re cerebral
So the approach is auspicious and you grew older,
As the garden grew delicious.
Now the game is a fucking fairy tale mission.
You must be saved from yourself
And all these boys.
Another admirer is your ego popping a steroid.
Neither you nor they could avoid witnessing your sexual spasm.
Your bosom and how it was handled,
Hand on your ass and you can hardly help but moan.
Body language became a song,
Mind debated if it was wrong,
Heart knew it felt right, and your soul might’ve took flight.
Was this the new addiction, or was it him?
Now you run to ask whoever and your friend.
You hear them out and even heed a few warnings,
Can’t help but to be plotting in the morning from then on then.
Then I see me again
After witnessing all your bullshit and other hardships
That you dare not utter from your lips,
Because your throat still chokes as if his hand was still there.
I helplessly stare at myself as I tried to do like you tell me and stop me
But to no avail.
I purge this story in hell.
Heavens why did you do me like that?
So no I don’t feel sorry for your sorry ass
And the fact that you have to change your mask.
I should’ve been left you in that past
But I always end up doing more than just a peek,
I hope they cut your tongue out so you can’t slurp or speak.
I hope they shock your brain so you can’t hurt or think,
They skin your skin and chop your feet.
You know what?
I take it all back,
I want you to suffer just the way you are.
My advice: get a shrink.
Bitch Fuck You.
(2015)
