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Broken with hairline cracks are ALL of my men
Sippin on puffin on substance now and then
To them a sweet reward
More like putty to fill the gaps and spaces and blur out past wronged faces
They are... beautiful mosaics from a distance
Up close and personal painstaking effort and work
Keeping their hands full trying
To pull and hold all of the pieces together
Fragile
Requiring gentle handling and care
And yet I’ve been dropped and broken more times than I care to remember or even dare
So where are my cracks you ask?
Please?!
A woman who's been through things knows the way
Hidden under Ms Clairol and that’s how they’ll stay
See the last one I loved in our last year together
Turned all of my beautiful, baby-fine, shoulder length hair to gray
That is... what didn’t break off or fall out from stress
Yeah, they’ve put me to the test and I’ve passed over and over
Left me wearing extensions I try not to mention that hid how bad things really got
As I’ve watched them all fail miserably
Not
because they couldn’t but because they WOULDN’T
Not willing to really HUMBLE themselves
How can you have an ego as you stroll casually through Hell?
Seemingly content to walk around with gasoline in one hand and a match in the other
Spiritual lives clearly REAKING of the release of pungent brimstone
From each matchstrike of each careless mistake
Yet they still want to make right and wrong a debate???
Ain’t that somethin?
Going through life expecting something for little or nothin?

‘I am royalty!’
‘I am a king!’
‘I have a dream!’

Entitlement

Their downfall

Unable to work for, learn or earn unless it’s on their own terms
Believing in the creators words listened to but not truly understood or heard
Drowned out by the sound of their own desire
All of them believing their standards are higher
That they are doers achievers
Dreamweavers of better things than you and I?
In one form or another in their selfish actions
Perpetuated by their one-sided, disillusioned, perspectives of things
Let’s keep it real yall
Treat women like bitches and not queens
Their children at a distance, unsupported and unseen
Their denial like dense fog and biased perspective only changing
And re-arranging to cater to their own self esteem

“I’ve done no harm!’
‘No wrong!’
‘With STARS is where I belong!’

REALLY?
REALLY?

Then WHY are you HERE?
Why are you STRUGGLING?
Why is there always another problem?
Another fight?
Understand that I say this with much love and respect
It’s because you ain’t livin your life right

See…
You tightly cover your ears so that you don’t hear
The things that you fear
You’re not unlucky and the universe is not so unkind
All of your problems are within your OWN MIND
But HOW did you get so far away from reality?
Livin your life in a bad dream and WHO enabled you to stay???
Makes me want to break my foot off in the posterior
Of those who allowed this inferior line of thinking
That has your life now stinking of chaos and disfuntion
Crippling and disabling a beautiful man
Now unable to pass through this junction so that he can function
As I stand by helplessly watching you struggle and fight
While I hold a shovel, trowel, mortar and bricks ready to repair and fix
YOUR foundation day after day and night after night
Baby, It just ain’t right