I Love You But I've Chosen Hurt Instead

Skipping Stones

Nigga told me I got too comfortable,

bitch-wacked my ass back to reality,

He shrugged me off 'way too close',

When all I wanted was his company.

Damn, I wrote this poem,

to remind myself why I'm poor,

I wrote this poem,

To remind myself why usually feelings are unspoken.

Nah man I ain't clingy.

Once every month I enjoy a company,

at least someone to talk to me,

its Of-Human to me because I barely do shit like that, seriously.

Damn, I wrote this poem,

to remind myself that I used to like him,

I wrote this poem,

only to realize now he's too much of a problem.

He put me in the category of "Worth Less" of women.

And that seems to be the only category he's got,

there's no more space for the 'Potential' of them

(and when it seems like you've got a chance, thats him telling you 'bitch you're too fast')

so I'll subtract myself out the lot.

I wrote this fucking poem,

to realize how furious I am,

to notify that as a woman,

I am the only one who can make me who I am.