u sneak up to my babe
after you see us dancing
up into the club
u aproach my babe &
you slip him your
phone number
as i go into the restroom
to freshin myself up
then you disapear when u see
me appear back to my babes side
it is my babe that i trust it is
i dont u , stupid little slut
you think u are so slick
but i am way past your lousy tricks
u stalk & follow us home u call
my babes phone 3 times a day until
u drive my babe completely crazy
until he get his number changed
for him to get some peace & sleep
away from you
it is killing you that he loves me
his true blessing shinging down
from the light of the sun
all you want to do is use some one
my babes is thru with no good women like u .
* i wrote this poem when i was angrey :( *
This poem hit home. I never had some bitch confront my man while I was standing there with him. I had a bitch that would call my boyfriend all the time and he was into her. You should heard him flirting with her, laughing with her, talking to her into the wee hours of the morning, etc. It drove me crazy until I finally got sick of it his cheating ways and dumped his sorry ass. Unfortunately, the man I'm telling you about is the father of my son.