For The Love Of Females...

... i just closed my eyes and let it all out in this poem... i was literally writing this at work in the bathroom... not even using it because i had to write these lines( i told u it was the real.. whatever way to get the words out right?)

let's get into it...

streets... on fire...
when will they ever not burn
stomachs and people continue moving
and the soul it churns
skies cloudy and dark
darker then the skin that i write with
skin that i fight with
dirty, old and sin filled with i write this...
its not about me
its whats around me
i see... a female
not looking at her beauty
not looking at her legs that are filled with power to devour a man's soul as they strut across the q train tracks
i aint looking at her eyes that are filled with unwept tears or empathy... nor am i looking at her in sympathy
i look and i think about her
her in general
females... and how they have grown and changed for the better in general
though the growth is never done
its better than how it used to be
but... the world is still could...like it will always be...
i cant begin to fathom the heart and soul of a woman...
they lives that they lived.. where and how did they come from
the thoughts that she had
who's her husband or her dad or her brother or her friend
if she wants her life to end...
i love woman with a passion...
and it pains me that i would never ever understand any of you...
but either way, it will never make me not love you...
cuz woman go through things... its pretty obvious...
jobs that we boys wouldn't take... jobs we look at and go numb/
So many used and abused whores with a chore to make some type of income
Prolly to feed the hunger in that tummy.
You think these broads like the life that they live?
they dreams was probably broad
but they got trapped in a fraud...
Man... where do your responsibilities lie?
Drugs and gang banging till we od or get shot and die?
are we not suppose to be a good example to these women
Or are we messing up so much that woman turn to woman
We abuse them...
And when we lose them..we pick and choose em..like a vending machine
Like oh that twix is caramel and mean, look at the figure
I bet I can get a bite of that and hit up m and m I figure
Ordinarily I stick with one.
But I'd never have a break so I despise the one or none kit kat
No time for that
I want the 100 grand piece over there
The one with the hazel eyes and long hair that'll make my heart beat like a snare
And when I've had my fill
I give a few snickers
Then toss the wrapper away
I don't need chocolate figures...
And that's worst then any other
Sister being broken down by the brother
Similar to jenga pieces... you pull one out and the whole thing releases
And then we want to get mad and then we lose our cool
We was #1 to the girl...now we lost our place
If that's the case then determined by my skin color and race
I'm likely to get royally pissed
Close my fist
Pull back my arms and let my missle aim and hit
a woman?
Foolery
How do you hit the same gender you people came from?
Do you think that a man did a man had a plan and in the span of a couple of months gave birth to another man who repeated the cycle
Man then man and then recycle...no
Your hope is misguided...
And so is your anger...
you forget your ways soildier
you trapped in a battle field
with the wrong tools of war and a weapon that dont belong there
im sorry but
CAN WE THINK WITH THE TOP AND NOT WITH FURTHER DOWN
ITS PROFOUND THAT WE ARE SO TWISTED TO MIX AND WINE AND DINE WITH DIVINE WOMAN
AND THEN WE TOSS THEM ACROSS AND GET RID OF THEM?
THERES MEN OUT THERE THAT WOULD GLADLY TAKE YOUR FOOLISH LIFE
AND WHEN WE TRY TO CONSOLE WHO IN THE WORLD PAYING THE PRICE
but... we men are not to blame... though 90% should go to us...
it doesnt
cuz his words cant magicaly make you his
u gotta make a movement.... then you go through with this...
should have known better
just because he got the cheddar
and the warmth of a sweater
doesnt make him better than the broke dude who gives you help and poetry and love u need.
we got eyes ladies and gents
but in honesty... we bllind
we look for the truth... when the lie...was all in your mind...
but...
i aint no better than the same men with the evil plots...
i mess up too.. how could i not
i think... im just a product of my environment
as much as i hate the pick and toss... ive done my pitiful share
not even care
and walk around with shame as underwear
cuz nobody sees it but me...
but its the truth in this that it is in me to never be afraid to admit that woman are under appreciated...
and at the time that this is dated i say this with no regret...
men are NOT the world...
remove the r the l and the d. reverse not and take out are and put owe... i finish up the rest and get.

MEN owe a TON to the WOMEN of the world.

and i'd like to be the 1st one to say he wants to start paying...

done.