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I wanted you to love me,

hold me, dip me into eternity.

but since you obviously couldn’t see

the crown that I possess,

you wanted less than my best

wanted to impress upon me

your macho, caveman-like sexuality.

your childish sexual overtures

send me into a disgusted rage

camouflaged by a faked smile

and a helpless look from me.

a look that wished you knew

the difference between

what’s sexual and what I believe is sexy.



sexual is when I call you "big head"

and you get that goofy look in your eyes

and say “yes it is”

dirty mind

just a matter of time

before I walk away

and not even say

goodbye.



sexy on the other hand

is the way you looked at me on occasions

when you thought I wasn’t

looking at you

and then you blush

when I accidentally get your attention

not to mention

the way you sat close to me

when in the room there were so many other seats

and you didn’t say a word

you just smiled

innocently

that was your sexy side

apparently all the hootchies

like the sexual click

I can’t get with it

I wanna hear things that you actually have to think of

not none of that bullshit about sexual love.



do I want to be your lover?

hmmm...not really...

cause you can’t feel me

I’m too deep

that superficial nonsense is not what I seek

I need a man who knows

how to flex his brains physique

can hold his own with me

and knows he has no need to cheat

cause I treat him like a king

his thrown is his home

he’s the head of the household

can’t get there

by talking about my underwear

or how you want to get in

and peal away each layer.



do I have some signal that I emit?

that makes you act ignent?

(that’s Ebonics for ignorant)

I don’t know if they speak

that way where you’re from

but I supposed you think I’m dumb

having to write a poem to get numb

I guess you already know

you can’t have none

but I just wanted to be clear

no confusion or illusions

of infusions of body parts

and fluids

we can’t do it

cause...you ain’t it.



I am a queen

I’ve left the concubine mentally behind

I’ll only be wifey

to the deserving king

that rests on that blessed thrown

in the home we call our own

where he wears his crown, scepter and signet ring

he is royalty to me

and I...am his queen

that’s what I wanna get with

I don’t need that sexual click

a king and queen making love

is smiled on from up above

the angels watch in awe

and astounding astonishment

as the king and queen

reach fulfillment

in the excellency of their royal love

even the moon smiles above.



I can’t get with that sexual click...

don’t wanna be whipped

no more

acting all goofy

like some teenaged whore

a band of gold

is what I’m ready to flex

not getting my bills paid

between my legs and yelling “next”!

I can’t get with that sexual click

I ain’t saying it’s hard to imagine

it’s just not what I’m havin’.



I am royalty

somebody’s baby

somebody’s lady

somebody’s cocoa colored,

honey dipped,

chocolate chip

off the old block

diamonds that is

cause I’m a baguette you see

a flawless symphony

a poetic melody

I am rhyme and reason

to go out and buy a damn ring

a platinum solitaire

big enough to where

on a barrette in my hair

are you listening to me?

I...am...royalty

and I will have my king

in the mean time

don’t mess with me

touch not His anointed

don’t even step to me

especially if God didn’t tell you

that the queen is ready

and that you are appointed

to be my king.



Kaya Davis © 2001