Poetry 3.) Other Women, Other Woman

Other Women, Other Woman

This poem is really 2 in one…as the first part of it describes what it’s like to wear the shoes of someone with a baby-mama mentality fueled by insecurity in one relationship, and the ballsy Flaca that frowns upon such insecurity in another.

Wouldn’t say I hate you if I wasn’t thinkin bout you…
And purely outta anger say I’m better without you…
Constant excuses give me reason to doubt you…
To make you doubt me, I make friends and go out too.
But,
Even when out, feelin the need to text you,
Bitches leavin you notes, givin me urges to check you,
Hoe’s, groupies and Boppers lined up to sex you,
So I stay on edge unless I’m standin right next to you.
And,
Even then, more possessive then I care to admit,
For girls raised in the south, I keep a pot full of grits,
Never used to be this way, but now it seems I got bit,
By the baby mama bug and common sense took a hit.

Now steppin out her shoes, and back into mine,
Flaca never plays the victim–she commits all the crime,
Finna click over and tell her, “If I want him, he’s mine”
“But I don’t, and you shouldn’t, why you wastin ya time?”