Friday, July 19, 2019

Doesn't Matter



I am the mutha fuckin SHIT!
I am too legit to quit!
So I think--Hey! Hey!

But that shit don’t matter.

You could be the queen of England with a golden pussy on a platter…
None of that shit would matter.

You could cook, sheave, clean.
Be his black queen. Rub his back, tell him he’s the shit.
Be his peace, give him laughter.
But to an undeserving nigga, none of that shit really matters.

You could spin around keep the dick still inside, stroke his egostick on a magic carpet ride.
And STILL that shit wouldn’t even matter

He could have his cake, have his way with your heart on a stake.
Throw two shits to the wind, where oh where do I begin?
You thought yo ass was up to the plate, first batter.
Haha, think again bitch—doesn’t matter!

You tried to come in—like a wrecking ball.
Thwarting and wreaking havoc on his emotional walls.
I am woman! Hear me nurture. Receive my Love!
With you, I can see a future baby daddy….
BLOOP! Think Again—Doesn’t matter Hoe!

Girl, let me tell you…You got sooo much love to give. Why not lend your talents to someone deserving. Someone who isn’t broken, and ready to receive all your gifts and swanky things.

But I know your type, the HGTV fixer upper woman of hype. You love the potter’s house game. Ignoring the shame of entangling your emotions on a deserted love ocean because you like to tame. 

The irony of your pangs, is that you’re alone in the blame for the pieces of your heart you must clatter.

Cause really…HE doesn’t matter…

Maybe you shoulda got with the Nutty Professor sis...he'd appreciate you lol


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