How many times must we go through this?

I come to you often

most times

you just ignore,

I don’t like

getting rough

but if im gentle you just absorb,

and reject any open doors

so if it’s not what you want

then I know you, you wont explore,

a closed mouth

can’t get fed

and your picky like a whore,

who’s done her time

around the blocks in the ghetto

who then moved up to the east side, near the expensive sea-shore,

now you think

that your special or something

or another,

I in love

I earnestly

implore,

that you shake off

your habits quick

because I’ve teared you down once before,

history has a way

of repeating it self

and it seems like I must, like a chore,

get your attention

in some dimension

in an allure,

blame who you truly worship

because it aint the based GOD

thats gotten you out of this once before

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  1. The image sets the tone of the poem very nicely.

  2. quite scary scenes,

    Thanks for sharing.

  3. powerful expression.

    wow.

    • Miss Kitten
    • December 3rd, 2011

    Indeed, when niceness gets no results then it’s time to get out the big guns. Metaphorically, of course.

  4. Image and words combine for a powerful read!

  5. Very powerful and a bit scary.

  6. This reminds me of “ghetto”. It has a nice little rap-rhythm to it.

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