Poetry & Self-Awareness

XXX

They want nothing but sex

Can’t hold conversations

He can’t even recite the ABC’s in his head

He is thinking hard on how to get me to bed

I can see right through you

You leave me on read

My energy you misread

You want to get freaky and you randomly text “xxx”

Reciting all the lies, here we go with the flex

Talking about your checks…

Like that’s supposed to have a different mental effect

I know what you’re about to say next, I know your next actions step by step

But I’m the bad one if I do the same and follow your footsteps?

Now it’s considered and overstep?

I’ve been prep

The double standard, when I join the game, they want answers, I feel the anger

Texting me “xxx”, I leave it unread, unanswered, I die of laughter