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If it was not for¡¦
Beyonce Irreplaceable, I would not have put his bags out and told him he must
not know about me! Because if it was not¡¯t for Destiny¡¯s Child, I would not be
asking him was She the reason he start acting funny
He was telling me I was tripping and like Gucci Gucci I told him B.... I Might Be¡¦
Therefore, like Keyshia Cole I had to Let Him Go!
Every since I let him go¡¦like my inspiration You Couldn¡¯t Tell Me Nothing and I
was hitting the clubs Bottle Poppin¡¦Sh!t I was Remy Ma cuz I was FRESH 2
Death¡¦
Therefore, for him and my haters I told yal I was gon 2 bump like this¡¦
If you ever felt like this in the words of my Idol Keyshia, I¡¯m Just Like YOU¡¦.
Part 2
I am so glad that I found my Angel listening to Bobby V¡¦. I felt like Lil Wayne when
you told me I can be you judge¡¦So Nasty wit it!
Sometimes I feel like Alicia, I wish that we could be together more to cherish our
time and you can hug me as if You will never see me again...
In the words of Mary J, we will be Just fine, because you taught me you are just
like Mario and you are Crying out for me while listening to my heart
I am so glad that you CC all those other girls around town and You choose me 3
stacks¡¦.
So now, we can make love in the Mirror like Neyo¡¦If anything goes wrong we can
Make it like is was like Pretty Ricky.
In the end like Avant and Keke theirs nothing in the world I would not do for you
boy¡¦Good thing I listened to Lloyd and opened up my eyes and seen that you are
they One for me. Therefore, I am going to take Ciara¡¯s advice and Promise that
I will never ever hurt you¡¦because you are My Boo.
So I will flash my Promise Ring everywhere I go¡¦Damn I HATE THAT I LOVE YOU!
Part 3
Can you really Put it Down like T-Pain, and get it Poppin with our Nasty Grind¡¦
Just Say It! You are Addicted to Sex like Neyo¡¦
Just because you are such a Seduction¡¦.I Can¡¯t Leave you Alone¡¦
Like Plies I am happy to be yo Shawty¡¦even tho you told me once you put it down
I was gone be stuck¡¦
I am Sorry, so therefore you can put the Blame On Me...
As, Pretty Ricky would say I want you to Stay a little bit longer
Because I am going to Suffocate without you¡¦cuz, you know exactly How I like it
So go back and tell yo friends that you chick said hello cuz I know THEY KNOW¡¦.
¢¾ Mz.Liscious
12/18/2007
Form:
I am a Sanctified beautiful ebony woman
created from God made for man
Bountiful beautiful creation
molded from clay just the right way
I'm so honored to be part of the creative gift you say
I am sanctified beautiful ebony woman
For God doesn't make anything imperfect
Men say i'm beautiful and through the message
I must confess this
i am a beautiful nest
I am a sanctified beautiful ebony woman
Bound for Glory For I am Holy and yes i passed God's test
sanctified beautiful brown eyes radiant bronze brown black and skin
with a mouth so open wide you can see the ocean
and in your faith you contemplate doing the natural thing but temptation
with sin nature
I am a sanctified beautiful ebony woman
No fornication nor adultery will complete its mission for I am a woman of God being bronze black or brown having to turn it around for I can wait
Intercourse is good sometimes maybe great
but it's much better in marriage
As God has ordained and planned it
I am a sanctified beautiful ebony woman
So man if you still think you want me
come join me first in a relationship with GOD
He' s my first groom and He only has room
To give me away to a Godly earthy man
I am a sanctified beautiful ebony woman
Whether you're sinner or saved you can come
My bodies not yours until you do what right what God says
I am in it to win it
So I am hoping you're finished
Even Beyonce says " put a ring on it"
I am a sanctified beautiful ebony woman
But I will not let my spirit fall to burn in hell
Just because my body says yes but the spirit says no
My heart says yes but the spirit says no
We may caress maybe even kiss but be careful mister the body's not yours
I am a sanctified beautiful ebony woman
Be careful might trip and if you fall or if I fall it may be a long way down to hell
Quicker path to Hell's not only going to burn the body but your spirits so too
Not I am releasing this I am a witness the body is good this is true but I rather Have to be a sanctified whole woman who spiritually aroused in truth so my play
I am a sanctified beautiful ebony woman
To any man out there today who
who thinks they want to court me come to God First
because I am married to the spiritual man
the Holy One the almighty creator I'm a bride of God
I am a sanctified beautiful ebony woman
I've had it up to here with rappers saying they have more bars than a prison
I'm sick of celebrities saying they're a bigger star than anything in the solar system
I'm tired of rappers saying their car is upset because the roof is missing
I no longer want to hear these punchlines that are average at best
That have Been overused, are there any original writers left?
I'm tired of people who use clickbait for views
I'm sick and tired of seeing a new headline of "Kim Kardashian has new Nudes"
Let me know when she wears clothes and it'll be a bigger shock
Every time a Kardashian posts a half naked Picture, take a liquor shot
And you'll be drunk and out of your mind before the hour
I'm sick of celebrities who brag about popping pills and taking white powder
Well done, you take drugs and are destroying your life, aren't you a genius?
I'm tired of the news posting stories at their own convenience
Rihanna's outfit is a bigger headline than what's happening in Palestine
I don't care about Beyonce and Jay-Z or any celebrity and their Valentine
Unless it's me dating Ariana Grande, tell her I'll love her forever
I went off topic to mention my dream girl for good measure
I'm tired of girls saying "I don't know" when you ask them where they want to eat
So you suggest places, then they say "not there" woman, choose now before I leave
I'm sick and tired of writers rhyming you with true aswell as Heart with apart
I listen to everything everyone says, take a few gems, the rest I disregard
I've had it up to here with new rappers calling themselves the New Tupac
I'm sick of the news and media who post stories but remove facts
Because they don't give a damn about the tragedy as long as they get paid
I'm tired of talentless people getting famous from leaking their sex tape
I'm tired of people saying they could care less when they mean they couldn't
I'm tired of couples breaking up and getting back together the next day
I'm done I've got nothing more to share
I'm just venting because I've had it up to here
I don't understand why this generation are obsessed with worshipping celebrities
Go on social media and everything a Kardashian does is described as legendary
You sit around wasting your life by watching someone else living theirs
Obsessing over who Rihanna is dating or what a Kardashian wears
You'll willingly put yourself in debt buying it, knowing that it costs too much
Because you blindly follow these people like a lost pup
Is it obsession or something you lack inside?
Because soon after you'll get surgery to match their thighs
Then pay even more for the same breasts, booty and body but you still won't feel beautiful
Because you'll soon discover you still don't have their life
You still have the same routine but with a debt of thousands to clear
You're still gossiping and believing every single rumour you hear
You watch reality television and act like you've lost a lung if you miss an episode
When it's over you're begging them to do an extra show
You seem to think it's real but I guarantee it's pre-written
You're so stuck in your ways you refuse to see different
Because you fancy a contestant and think they have someone great hosting
You spend your money to support your favourite, but they have fake voting
They don't have enough real drama so all the producers do is create moments
Instead of putting your best outfit on and going out with friends
You'd rather fantasize about being at a Drake party and living in pretend
They're not Ed Sheeran or Drake so you won't give a chance to a normal guy
You spend all day on Twitter bombarding celebrities for a follow back or reply
Ignoring texts from friends and family at the same time
But you won't admit that this isn't healthy for your mind
You've been brainwashed into believing celebrities are the be all and end all
That's why your trying to be a Kardashian and ignoring when your friends call
Spending all day trying to recreate the latest Beyonce and Rihanna selfie
Sorry to break it to you, but Celebrity worshipping isn't healthy
What happens to all the brown-skinned girls?
Sitting on the stoop waiting for the ice cream man to come
20 plats in their hair
Turning the double dutch rope
Sitting in the middle of the classroom
You know, that one girl . . . what’s her name?
ponytails neither pony nor tail
Who aren’t allowed to wear their hair down
or sport Brand X Jeans
Who can’t wash that Diaspora right out of their hair
or erase their royal heritage
The ones that pop their gum the loudest
Run the fastest
Fight the hardest
Dream the most
Ones who don’t wear pants and go to church all day Sunday
got tattoos
wear makeup
or slide into their short skirts on the way to school
Who are picked first for the team
picked last
or never picked at all . . .
Girls - who don’t have time to hang out ‘cause they “gotta go to work!”
for their new dress
or in their old car
to pay the light bill that momma “forgot”
Girls who roll their neck
and their eyes
their hair and their hips
to the rhythms of the Congo, Bronx, or the Swats
Girls who sing in the mirror as they glue, braid and towel on that
long . . . wavy . . . hair
Who, “hate that stupid light-skinded girl” because
“she thinks she’s so cute”
or hate themselves because they think so too . . .
Some may have never had him hold their hand
call them beautiful
take them to the father/daughter dance
come to their rescue . . .
See he was
in jail/out of town/in denial/out of time
insane
to forego all the love that just one little brown-skinned girl has to give
Girls. Not little Halle, Beyonce, or J Lo
But young Angela, Carol, Michelle, and Alek
Those awe-inspiring girls who don’t yet know
that they are
Elegant, intelligent
engaging
enchanting . . .
Who don’t see themselves
On movie screens - in magazines
The eyes of the world, little boys
Their own
Who buys them a bomb pop when the ice cream man comes?
Tastes the sweet undertones buried in dark chocolate
Loves them?
Loves them for themselves
Who loves them
Loves them
Who loves
FUTURE)
It rained so hard the day
I finally gave up on us
I barely remember that day
I barely remember your face
Yet memories of your touch still remains
PAST)
July 13
A panic so uncontrollable
because I was meeting you for
the first time
I was so afraid to love again
I just hoped it would work out this time
FUTURE)
I hate you and all the lies you told
Yet without your embrace I feel kind of cold
You took my innocence away and walked out the door
You left me feeling empty and wondering
If I did something wrong
PAST)
Sinking
I've never felt this happy
since the day we met my life has been
filled with joy and smiling
I never want to let go
god you smell so good
FUTURE)
You were being distant
less phone calls
short text messages
The tender way you touched me
was becoming rough
You became more demanding
I forsaw the ending approaching
PAST)
August 2
It was a tuesday when I let you
take it away
I've never felt so relieved
yet so torn about my decision
At the same time I wanted you to love me
and make love to me like this forever
FUTURE)
After the first time it was all you could think about
there was no more cuddling
you wanted my body and my heart came in 5th place
to all your other hobbies
I felt used.
PAST)
Sometimes I wonder if you don't care anymore
I've never been this scared to lose
someone like this before
It feels like the same cycle again
why does love continue to avoid me
I'm not happy with this trend
FUTURE)
It rained so hard the day
I finally gave up on us
I barely remember your face anymore
But my heart will never forget you
cause undeneath the bandaid
the bleeding scar that's trying to heal
is your fault.
MY OUTCOME)
ON THE OUTSIDE I'M BEYONCE
SINGING TO THE LEFT TO THE LEFT
ON THE INSIDE I'M DEFLATING
THIS IS JUST ANOTHER SCAR
THEY MAY NEVER MEND
THIS IS MY REALIZATION
I was playing catch in my backyard with my father
You were the boy across the street that didn’t know how to flirt
So you settled for a passive agressive ‘You throw like a girl!’
When the ball rolled to your feet.
My response?
My response to you taking my gender and turning it into an insult?
Hating the color pink for the next six years
And trying to beat my brothers at football
For the record I won
And trying to prove to that idiot across the street I deserved
To be myself without feeling uncomfortable for my gender
The next year it was my brother
My own brother from the same womb
Two years older than him and still he told me I
“Climbed like a girl.”
And his green eyes flickered to precisely your shade of baby blue
Your stupid petty insult became the face of sexism
Just last week when that idiot on the school steps
Though he had the right to tell me I had a nice body
In the most vulgar way he could
He had your face for a moment
I’ve always been a fool for boys with pretty hazel eyes
That smell like rain
And last summer after months of giving my heart to that boy
He decided I deserved more so
Instead of trying to be more
He left.
And his voice speaking those words?
Yep. It was yours
Any boy who though leaving me was enough to
Crush my dreams
Look again
You were never one of them.
Women are powerful
Women are beautiful
Women are influential
And women were once girls
So when you said I throw like a girl you’re telling me
I pitch like Jennie Finch
With the intelligence of Michelle Obama and
The poise of Beyonce
When you said I climb like a girl you’re telling me
I climb like Ashima Shiraishi
With the strength of Serena Williams
And the balance of Simone Biles
So here’s my response to your petty one-sided insults;
Hell yeah I throw like a girl
Hell yeah I climb like a girl
Hell yes, I am a girl
Try to keep up.
Poverty stricken,
Defrauding them was unintentional,
But the magistrate's judgement and sentence was constitutional.
We have been on the street,
Hustling, surviving but making money remains strict.
In prison,
the Black Maria opened and the warder uncuffed him like a preath,
There he could feel the icy grip of death,
The prison cells builders poured pure hatred into the design,
As the crested pains and agony on the walls formed memorable signs.
In the cell,
time flowed like a weak flood,
And the noxious bed bugs engorge with his blood.
Commissary got empty,
Stronger and hopeless inmates eating his ration with no pity.
Living in pains,
Sometimes waking him up killed him outright,
The shock of whom he really was ain't right,
The killer rather than the killed,
And the fraudster rather than the skilled.
He wish
To get out and move forward with
his life,
The thought of the years ahead still cut him deep like a knife.
The doors and gate - a brooding, grey mass of steel beams and mesh, topped by razor wire,
Killing his escape intentions and desire.
Daily,
His blood and sweat drop on the sand,
Because he wants to stand,
Many names and cases were forgotten,
His own will gradually get rotten.
The torture rooms
Produce the only gruesome sound he knows,
He needs an angel like Beyonce Knowles,
To lead him out of the deadly penitentiary,
To a place where he would be a free beneficiary.
The world,
Is turning him around,
He may die on that ground,
His skull is skinned to change his description,
But crime and chains are combined to doom him to perdition.
His gloomy soul
Prays for visitation and freedom,
Yet, tears, regrets and pang are all he sees in the secluded kingdom,
Every wake of dawn says heaven is far,
If he survives, I know he won't wish to be behind cold bars.
For my friends in Aba, Calabar and Nsukka prisons, Nigeria.
I'm sick to death of predictable rhymes
Such as I should be a drug dealer because I provide dope lines
I love you
It's true
I don't know what to do
Left her on read, now she's feeling blue
I'm tired of it all
I'm trying to raise my pen game to make up for where others fall
I'm just trying to Optimise
I stay to myself because problems arise
Once you start to get obsessed with dollar signs
My pen aims in all directions and I won't apologise
I don't care who gets hit or who's offended
Stop being so sensitive, I don't need friendships
I'm Nas and Rakim blended
Kids these days can't even quote a Big Daddy Kane line
But they keep up with the Kardashians
Most of these celebrities got famous by accident
When I listen to a Young Thug song my Brain declines
It refuses to listen to the nonsense
I'm sick of today's challenges and who can be the wackest contests
I miss when music had meaning and was complex
Nas, Tupac, Big Pun, Jay-Z, different flows and rhyme schemes
Now on YouTube being an idiot is how you find dreams
Am I supposed to be impressed by 10 Diamond chains?
I'm not impressed by who's flying first class, I respect who designed the plane
These days it seems that every mind's the same
Your favourite singer doesn't even write their own songs
Beyonce, Rihanna, and more, but you just go along
You don't care about the words, if there's a catchy hook and beat
I'd rather inspire those who look to me
Even if it's just one person I inspire
The same way Eminem got me through my hard times
At least my art's mine
And I write about what I desire
I flip the script and write my own
I may not be a king yet, but I'll fight for the throne
They'll say I'm being disrespectful, which is fine
I'm only saying that I'm tired of celebrities and predictable rhymes
We were visiting our granddaughter…it was nearing her 12th birthday
when we asked her what she wanted…but she was hesitant to say.
After a little coaxing on our part we finally got her to say…
what she wanted was a birthday visit from…who else…Beyonce.
As her grandparents we immediately decided that we had to do
everything within our power to make her wish come true.
So we ordered Beyonce and Jay Z masks but all to suddenly became aware
after searching through our closets…we had nothing we could wear.
So off we went to thrift stores where we found a gold shirt for Jay Z
and a red dress that was too long for Deborah but the perfect size for me.
It was here we changed our original plan…I’m sure now you can guess.
Deborah would wear Jay Z’s gold shirt and me…Beyonce’s dress.
We went straight home to try them on and here I must admit
Deborah looked great in her gold shirt…and my dress was a perfect fit.
The morning of her birthday arrived…as it had the year before
Only this year Beyonce and Jay Z were there to greet her at her door.
And she seemed surprised and excited as the two of us held court…
first Deborah gave her a birthday hug…(who knew Jay Z was so short!)
Next it was my turn to dance with Ava although the best dancer I am not.…
But it din’t matter because in that dress…
as Beyonce…
I was looking pretty hot!
We wondered if Ava would be disappointed
that the real Jay Z and Beyonce weren’t standing there…
but if the smile on her face was any indication…
she didn’t seem to care.
For that’s what grandparents were created for…
that is what grandparents do….
Everything within our power
to make every wish come true.