Mercedes Hodge Poet Rhyme

The Hustler

Didn’t have to ask twice for me to be his wife 
His rib, and the mother of his kids 
Anything for him was necessary 
When he was on lockdown, automatic was commissary 
Remember me? 
He never had to walk far
 Came from nothing to something 
Had it all, Me, the family, property, status, and the car
 He became a Ghetto Stupidstar
 False love, fast riches, fast money and all the (ahem)
 What about his notorious name? 
And how he sought to use me in the name of ambition and fame
 A lover of the wrong things in life
 A rookie in a dead-end game
 And they never even knew his name
 He used to wash my back and massage my feet
 He expressed words of beauty that were only meant for me
 We made fire and heat and almost created a little cutie
 I thought he’d forever choose me
 My heart did indeed fooled me
 Because he started using
  He forgot the family he was abusing
 He started lying, stealing, and robbing
 He stayed having his mother sobbing
 I begged him to put this itch to rest and come back to the marital bed 
But instead, he undressed another fiend’s breast
 And settled for some crack and some head
 From teeth with jagged edges instead 
I think my love is dead 
This brother has a problem 
Turning his eyes to zombie red
 He robbed his own mother and embezzled all of her bread
 So, a tear drops my eye
 When I see what he became
 What a shame
 He used to love God
 But that white horse made him change
 That powder, snowman’s feast, the rock 
The no sleeper, night crawling creeper 
The grim reaper to the belly of the beast
 Stop searching outside yourselves and let knowledge increase
 Peace!

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