Whatcha Mad At Me Fa
I am cracked, dropped, thrown, hurt and broken into pieces.
But whatcha mad at me fa?
I don’t understand.
Look... You called him over and over, nine times in a row, I had nothing to do with him not answering you or calling you back.
You got mad because he blocked you.
You sent that video to yo friend and she uploaded it to social media.
So whatcha mad at me fa?
You were looking and snooping through his phone and read text messages and saw some ssh you didn’t wanna see, now your insecurity level is in the triple digits.
You took those nude photos and sent it to him and he showed all his homies.
So whatcha mad at me fa?
You answered him at 2 in da morning and let him talk that crap in yo ear.
You lowered your standards and accepted less than you deserve.
You chose to mess with a married man and be a side piece.
You knew he couldn't be with you on holidays.
So whatcha mad at me fa?
You allowed him to control your mood and attitude
You gave him the power to detect how yo day was going to go
You listened to that lie and believed it.
You thought money could buy you love.
You, You, YOU!
But cha’ wanna get mad at me.
You wanna call me stupid and throw me up against the wall and pitch me out the window and crack me in the head with a hammer and try and flush me down the toilet and hurt me in whatever way possible and fa what? You already showed me that you can’t live without me, so please treat me with care and love me like I love you.
Love Always,
Your Cell Phone
Boy I swear, sometimes these cellphones can't catch a break, lol.
Copyright © Colette Dright | Year Posted 2020
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