November 6, 2008

• FOUR for the girls

  FOUR  (For girls)

  As the perspiration dropped

  From the tip of your ‘locks

  To the sole of your Reeboks

  I slowly forgot

  All about my journey home

  Until I heard the trill of my phone

  Outside of that there was just you and I alone

  But that was mere confusion inside the emotional half of my dome

  See you were more

  Like a streetcar I desired for

  Rocking my mental straight to the core

  So I couldn’t decide between going home or…

  All the other things I don’t know about you

  Like how tall you are and what size shoe?

  Or if you gotta kid… maybe even two?

  And if there’s another lady you tryna pursue

  Do you have your own car?

  Do you live in a home not too far?

  Maybe we could get a drink, maybe go to the bar?

  Then sit at the park, on a cozy blanket, and wish upon a star?

  But that’d be a date…?

  And I’m not sure, so maybe we should wait?

  To see if this is more than happenstance, could this really be fate?

  Maybe, just maybe, you’re my Godsend mate?

  But why rush it… there’s other things I need to say first.

  Like what’s your occupation and how long have you worked?

  And if you have a child, were you there for his/her birth?

  And do you know the value of a real woman’s worth?

  But as the time edged closer to five

  Past me you walked right on by

  I couldn’t be mad, couldn’t even question why

  I just stood there dumbfounded, shook my head, and sighed

  Because this was only what I thought

  As the perspiration dropped

  From the tip of your ‘locks

  To the sole of your Reeboks

   

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