I am Not the average young woman.
The way to my heart
Is Not through my ears.
I will not stand to be diseased by
Your False flatteries,
Not because they aren’t true
But because you
Have no idea of what truth lies beneath the surface of your words.
Your words have one purpose
One meaning –
To seduce my reason so that
I will throw logic to the side.
You’re down to rock.
I should be down to ride
But I’m a good wife
You’re only looking for a good time.
And mine is valuable
Not to be wasted on a man
Who can’t stand the echo of his own hollow words so
Forgets them. Conveniently lets them fall by the
Wayside – as he sows his wild oats
A maverick- dragging unsuspecting women
On a hayride.
And what happens when they fall off?
And their fragile hearts have been shattered into pieces?
Who will pick them up off the floor?
Who will seek out their smiles?
The smart ones
Or the ones with great family or friends
Will know they can’t make themselves
Whole again – not on their own.
So they go to the Unmade One
Creator of creation
The One who loves them back to life
The One who teaches them
How to be alone again
They don’t have to be lonely
Because even when their by themselves
They’re in the presence of heavenly company.
But what about the others?
Who after knowing you
Go on to prostitute body, heart and soul
To other foul lovers
…You can’t stand to look in the faces
Of the corrupted, broken women you helped to make
You helped to shape
With your selfish ways
And what about the babies?
Who never get to see the light of day
Who are ripped out of a dark space
Because their mothers thought or knew
That you wouldn’t be there to help take care of your seed
Think of the misery you’ve brought to the children
You fathered who don’t really know their father
Because you didn’t bother
To give them the love they so rightfully deserved
Are you so unlearned that
You don’t realize
Every decision, every vibe you send out into the world
Inadvertently affects another?
Are you so short-sighted?
Have you been blinded by the pleasure you so desperately seek?
Exposing not only yourself but the women you’ve engaged to spiritual and sexual
Leaving every aspect of your life weakened
The next time you think to drop your pants
To do someone sexual dance number
That will only last a moment
A fleeting moment in the scope of eternity
The next time you glance at a woman
You think you’d like to have
Before making that advance
Because deep down
You know one day
Be it near or far
You want a love of your own
Someone who will make you really want to feel
From the spark in your brain
To a love sick pain in your heart
To a soulsation that reaches down to the bone
Think of that woman
Even if you haven’t met her yet
Even if you don’t know her name
Because the one you’ll love
You won’t want to have been through the same
Things you put other women through
Think of all the hurt, scars and pain she would have to dig through
Before she was whole enough again to love you
Before you break down the sound barriers
Of a woman of sound sense
Throw the away the poison of empty words and express your real sentiments
For there’s but one moral to my speech
And it is this
Don’t mess with another Adam’s Eve