Celebration of My Contamination

First I miss you, when I see you I wanna kiss you,

frisk you, and without second thoughts, diss and dismiss you

great you, treat you different than those who mistreat you

complete you, besmeech you, eat you, then beat you

fast ass is crafty, don't ask me when you pass me

so sassy and nasty, knowing how when women act catty

you still hold the title of other significant

you're brilliant, even though our personality is different

my outer shell lopsided, misguided....

collided with my inner, yet I fight to hide it

considering you could've had better men, but then again...

it could darken my heart like melanin

the profile you obtain, your attitude is sustained

no lane to gain, the word insane is running trains in my brain

I became a name you despised, realizing the lies that lie

in the eyes of a guy who cried cuz his pride was denied

in the rise of silent violence, I can't rely on self reliance

though your defiance stand timeless, just couldn't define it

standing deep in the shadows...hollow, no motto for tomorrow

take my hand if you dare to follow, if you know what I know

the wealth of health equates to knowledge of self  

that's been mustered and disgusted and locked in the shelf

through your days I have pleased, teased and appeased

squeezed and diseased, making promises that I'll never leave

that's why I hate the kind of fate that may create

may be late to debate, this 3-8 will set it straight.........




Author's Notes/Comments: 

The story of a man who never loved himself and the woman he wanted to prove his love to in ways that are complicated to explain. I dunno. I hope that makes sense. I was keystyling.

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