Breathe

hold me
touch me
embrace me
breathe.

talk to me
mold me
love me
breathe.

have ever wondered why I love you?
may I be let into your heart?
all I want to do is be with you
tell me what's on your mind
never trying to waste you time
just wanted to see you happy, boy
give me a chance to be that woman
that you can love and adore
please, please, please....let me breathe the love around you baby


I hear these love songs,
mostly centered around women giving their all to men
however, I never quite hear the same from the fellas, you dig?
calling me bitches, hoes, sluts, and such
rather tear me down than build me back up
quick to say, "a bitch ain't shit."
merely because most Black men would rather be "niggas" with a man's title
ass backwards if you ask me
groaning at the fact that you continue to call me mean
no my dude, I'm not bitter, angry, or singing a sad songs with the Blues
I'm just not going to deal with your shit.
because I refuse to be having just some any 'ol one just to say that I'm in "love"
fuck that.
you other females can play that sad ass role,
but I...I would rather BREATHE.

educated, strong, and independent
don't get me wrong, I love having a man's company
but don't come around here flashing your money, cars, and expensive jewelry...I ain't buying that shit.
Ralph Lauren ain't never really impressed me, although I must say that it looks good
honey, I got my own: the car, bank accounts, house
I swear on my "grandmama and 'em" I don't need your ass
speaking of the real, let's be real
I'm no needy kind of female
dick and head is all I crave if you want to be 100,
but I'll sugarcoat it and say I want "emotional confinement"
laughing my ass off, ain't that funny?
I must appear weak to get any respect
no no nigga...I ain't falling for that shit.
I'll just rather sit back and BREATHE.

why so harsh you ask?
because I can be
don't get me wrong, I'm about the nicest person you'll ever meet
but I'm not going to chase up behind some man to validate and control me
it takes a REAL, secure man to even approach a woman like myself
just don't think you'll get this milk for free, because this cow costs plenty of money
no prostituting or whoring around here, just letting you know how I feel
sure I want the stable relationship, but at what cost at the age of 22,
I'm no fool and don't ever let it cross your mind that I am...
because honey, I am who I am
like I said before and I'll say it again, I'll just be me while I just BREATHE.

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved