Tamia- Almost.

Sums up my love life. I have been looking for a song that would hit home and this did. So if you wanna understand what my heart has been through and how I have dedicated myself to somebody listen to it….closely.

Nobody truly wants a good friend.

Tired of this shit.

Maybe I wont check up on you while you in Afghanistan and could possibly get killed. I’ll pretend not to care.

Maybe I wont do everything within my power to assist you because you have no where to stay since you been kicked out your house. I’ll have no sympathy.

I’ll pay you to help me out and I’ll be there through all times of the night for you to just use me for your own opportunity, NOT. I DO NOT CARE ANYMORE.

See this is that good shit. A friend who actually LOVES YOU. BUT YOU MUTHERFUCKERS HAVE USED ME FOR THE LAST GOT DAMN TIME. AND PEOPLE WONDER WHY IM SO ANGRY? BECAUSE IM REAL AND GET USED LIKE A MUTHERFUCKING DISHRAG. FCK THAT !

I’m doin that lone shit until someone is down to ride for me. My kindness has been misused so I’ll keep it to myself.

Have a great day

Ventation; lubrication for happiness to slip through .

All this stress I been dealing with alone has been getting to me, not really negatively health wise, just in my daily things. Like today, had a dermatologist appointment and didn’t go. I had a test today in class and didn’t go (mind you I haven't been in like a month and its sad but I don’t care). I’m trying to graduate in May and I need this class and I need to keep my gpa over a 3.0. I’m just tired man.

Tired of doing so much positive and being a Christian like woman and still enduring like triple plus pain. Don’t make no sense to me.

I try to go to church so I can work through my emotions but my freakin job act like they cant let me. And everytime pain like this happens to me it makes me just wanna stop being nice and start being bitchy and rude and self-indulging and that’s the last person I wanna be. I know who I used to be and who I am now and people don’t realize that, I was a freakin….angry person. Like if I really wanted to cause destruction in my own way I could. But I aint tryna be like that no more. So I try indulging in music, I cant freakin write no more like I used too…im so freakin depressed. everything is so gloommmy..ugh. I know I ain even fit for no relationship right now. I just wantt a downnn ass bitt down to ride for me. Male or female, and no matter how many new friends I make they always fck me over.

So I’m good, I’ll ride for myself until God sends me a sign. Emotionally, I cant do fake bxtches no more. Aint got the excess breathe to waste on it. Yessir. And all these feelings discredit the 1 to 3 people that actually try to get to know me…but they dunno why I feel this way and I feel like they gonna leave because of how I act. smh. Ima just pray and hope for the best, that’s all I can do….

Been through some hard times while the burden was on my back, it was rough but I was determined so I adapt –Papoose .

My Womb; Another planet

My womb is a place of birth.
It conflicts with the emotions of my heart.
His intentions are to reside within and be reborn.
But he does not know it and he takes advantage.

He wants to glide inside and have me ride but no I do not have the time,
See pretty young thing I am a queen to be esteemed.
These walls are not meant for many men's pleasures,
you cant just slide up in and out on any endeavor.
It takes time, patience, and love to grace these walls.

But when entered I want you to knock down every expectation I had,
Make me glad to open my walls up to you and allow this feeling to take over my body.
I do not want to care how loud I scream because I am rejoicing for God placing you this way.

The way you murmur my name reminds me of who I am because got damn you made me forget
The way you slow stroke and put pressure on these hips, you pull my hair and place kisses on this lips.

My womb is a place of birth.
It conflicts with the emotions of my heart.
I cannot look at you the same because the person you introduced me to is beside myself.

I have met sensuality and she calls at me at the most inappropriate times. I daze off at the dinner table and I find that after I sip my iced tea my lips are not the only thing that stays moist see you, have gotten me this way.

Enter my womb the way you entered my heart.
Slow and carefully.
Listen to my breathe and stroke my chest as it heaves up and down.
Learn my body and tend to its needs as I loose myself to your instruments keys.

Press my buttons and probe my heart, testing my limits and learning my art. Don't treat this room as a place of pleasure, treat my womb as a sacred treasure, a place where your babies will grace this world...a place where we can join in our own planet....my womb is a place of birth where I nurse you back to health.

I cum in peace.

My Womb; Another planet

My womb is a place of birth.
It conflicts with the emotions of my heart.
His intentions are to reside within and be reborn.
But he does not know it and he takes advantage.

He wants to glide inside and have me ride but no I do not have the time,
See pretty young thing I am a queen to be esteemed.
These walls are not meant for many men's pleasures,
you cant just slide up in and out on any endeavor.
It takes time, patience, and love to grace these walls.

But when entered I want you to knock down every expectation I had,
Make me glad to open my walls up to you and allow this feeling to take over my body.
I do not want to care how loud I scream because I am rejoicing for God placing you this way.

The way you murmur my name reminds me of who I am because got damn you made me forget
The way you slow stroke and put pressure on these hips, you pull my hair and place kisses on this lips.

My womb is a place of birth.
It conflicts with the emotions of my heart.
I cannot look at you the same because the person you introduced me to is beside myself.

I have met sensuality and she calls at me at the most inappropriate times. I daze off at the dinner table and I find that after I sip my iced tea my lips are not the only thing that stays moist see you, have gotten me this way.

Enter my womb the way you entered my heart.
Slow and carefully.
Listen to my breathe and stroke my chest as it heaves up and down.
Learn my body and tend to its needs as I loose myself to your instruments keys.

Press my buttons and probe my heart, testing my limits and learning my art. Don't treat this room as a place of pleasure, treat my womb as a sacred treasure, a place where your babies will grace this world...a place where we can join in our own planet....my womb is a place of birth where I nurse you back to health.

I cum in peace.