Welcome back, tea sippers! Hope your week is going pretty smooth as mine is.
I liked the feedback I received from last week’s post. It’s good to bond with like-minded individuals and learn from others who may disagree with you.
As I have stated before, a man will never hide me. If a man isn’t proud of me in private and in public, then me and that man, were simply not meant to be.
Just remember your worth, ladies. There’s a difference in a relationship being private and your partner being silent about you.
Today’s post will flow just a little bit differently. As you all can see, writing is my thing. Not only do I write short stories, I am an avid poetry producer. I like to write little pieces here and there to just illustrate a glimpse of my feelings, and what others all over the world could be feeling too.
It may be a little dark. It may be a little controversial. Maybe, even contradicting.
I introduce, “Bree’s Brew”. My own little poetry corner.
Here’s my first pot.
When A Woman’s Fed Up…
When a woman is fed up…
Is there anything you can do to stop her?
Lies after lies, defeat after defeat
Can you really shake her?
You see the look in her eyes
Full of rage and scorn
And yet every time you part your lips
You add more and more
When a FUCKING WOMAN is fed up…
You can’t visualize the pain?
When she spits, it’s no longer sweet as a swisher
Her truths might hit hard like blood splatter on denim
But she reacts quickly like a snake ejecting its venom
When a DAMNED WOMAN is fed up…
What causes you to piss her off more?
Promising that your same plays would be retired
You give her the illusion that you are like a lion in a cage
And then you returned them back on the same stage?
When a TIRED WOMAN is fed up…
MAC Concealer couldn’t do the best of jobs
Bags under her eyes
Bags on her back
God damn bags in HER heart from putting the Bag in “Bag Lady”
Because the previous negro was too piss poor to take out the trash
When an ERRATIC WOMAN is fed up…
Nothing you can do will please her
Every time you spit a phrase that you appraise as factual
She’ll smack and slap it right back nowhere near sexual
But serve it better than Serena would
No one is a greater debater than a woman like she
Denzel could provide all the teaching and all the readings
But Henry Lowe would still say “NO!”
When a BATTERED WOMAN is fed up…
She wanted her face beat
I mean, beat to the gods so she could look stunning for you
MAC and Sephora could have made your woman look all the best just for you
She came home preparing your dinner and had your fucking slippers just to “Cater To You”
My sistah was in love, in lust, and sprung just for you
She’s too dumb to believe in you
That you wouldn’t lay another finger on her soul
She cooked and cleaned to perfection to defeat a wall in her house with another hole
But instead you grabbed a revolver and punctured and pierced her
God damn, another muthafucka who is COLD!
You beings with pride and penises
That may dangle with a sense of nobility
Some of you should be stripped of humility
Of what you truly put others through
A woman is a giver, barely a receiver
But her dumb ass waits by the receiver
Just to receive something like a breather
If you were to call her on some bullshit
Tryna slide in the sheets and be her heater
And when you finally receive her
The warmth of her lips and the deepness of her love den
How pussy of you to finesse, caress, and beat
Skeet, skeet, till the wee hours until you fall asleep
Creep, creep when you completed your deed
And have the repeated cycle of my sistah crying herself to sleep?
Snatch it, take it, by all means necessary
No intention of loving her but you loved the way that she rolled over
On her back with security cause she always repeated
“Baby, don’t hurt me”
And you nuzzled her back with a grope and kiss
And guzzled her production when her muscles got loose
God damn, you men are so damn CREUL!
How you gon take my love and don’t give none back?
You keep thrashing me with the fear of you having to actually be a man
And say that you can’t be the man you need to be for a woman like me
How can a woman have more heart than you?
How can a woman stand up after defenseless wars and keep fighting
So men, and maybe some women
Don’t ever underestimate the contents of a woman
Because when a WOMAN is fed up…
Bitch, you don’t have time for the runnin’.
My sistahs at work keep it gunnin’
And if the revolver ends up in your mouth
My G, now you have been summoned.
Thinking about recording this piece.
Until next week.