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Ericka King Poem
I'm the other womem in your man's life.
Cocaine or Miss Candy, I'm the second wife.
He uses you to take your money, but
he spends it on me cause I'm his real honey.
He takes me on trips and indtroduces me to his friends
We party all night our good times never end.
I'm his sweet lady, I keep him on his high
I'm the one that will be with him until he die.
I'm the woman with him through the fire, storm and rain
I'm the woman with him through all of his pain.
The nights you put him out, I'm the woman that he calls
I'm the one that picks him up whenever he takes a fall.
So, girlfriend don't waste your time crying cause your man's not acting right
Get over it and learn to share cause he will be loving Miss Cocaine tonight.
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Growing up in a house full of abuse
My father beating my mother everytime he taste the juice.
Destroying her beauty and taking her pride
I remember each night that my mother cried,
but my God brought her through, I couldn't ask for another
My beautiful black queen, my strong black mother.
A fist to the stomach,a slap in the face
woman you better stay in your place
Don't you know I love you, don't make me hit you again
Wash my clothes, fix my dinner and bring me my juice and gin.
My God brought her through, I couldn't ask for another
my beautiful black queen, my strong black mother.
Strong mother, that's her title, I wouldn't dare ask for another
My beautiful black queen, my strong black mother.
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No more daddy I shouted every time I saw your shadow.
Don't kiss me or touch me, no more beating with the paddles.
I can't stand the pain, why does it hurt me so bad?
Why do you abuse me, you're suppose to be my dad!
The night time falls, it's the worst time of the day.
Daddy leave me alone, please just go away.
I'm just a little girl, have not experience womanhood.
Can't enjoy my first time or enjoy the things that I should.
You should have loved and protected me and kept me from harm.
Instead you held and caressed me with those evil arms.
You stripped away my self-esteem, my beauty there is none.
I just hold still and pretend I'm dead until you are done.
This sad little girl growing up never knowing if true love can really be.
Relationships with different men, having sex because they say they love me.
My mind is confused, my goals have been scattered, my heart broken into pieces like glass that's been shattered.
Can't turn back the hands of time and undo whats been done.
Never hearing a forgive no not one.
I'll try to forgive you, but I know i won't ever forget, reliving these moments makes me break out in a cold sweat.
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Do you love me, like me, care for me, or do you just want to sex me?
Night time, bed time, play time, is that the only time you trying to get next to me?
Tell me what's your game, what's the rules and are you living large
and this relationship is no guarantee, like Chico DeBarge.
You see I'm like Janet Jackson, I get so lonely and sometimes want you to go deep
but when I want it and you don't your behind is running the streets.
So, I know you don't love me, you just like me, but only the juicy part of me.
If you can't learn to love the whole me, then you can't have the rest of my body.
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Hey love it's six o'clock in the morning and where the hell have you been?
Oh, I forgot you was hanging out with your male friend.
Come a little closer what is this scent I smell
Beyonce's Heat or Burberry that has you under a spell.
I'm tired of your lies there such a bore,
Pack your clothes and get out cause love don't live here any more.
I set up all night for you, cause you said you would be home by two.
I'm tired of your lies there're such a disgrace
You couldn't tell the truth if it slapped you in the face.
I hope your night was good, and the loving was very deep
You need to call her back cause you need somewhere to sleep.
Don't cry baby, baby, now you should've been thinking with the right head
Before you decided to sleep in another womans bed.
Now you and your lies can be buddies to the end
If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, CALL YOUR MALE FRIEND!
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I am the lady of rage
I worked for my master until my old age.
I am the mother of this earth
I worked in contton fields while Iwas given birth.
I am the sister of soul
Rhythm, poetic, beautiful black and bold.
I am the African American Queen
I've accomplished all my goals
and conquered all of my dreams.
I am who I am because of the places I have been
Gaining strength everyday, remembering the now and then.
Remembering my past and the knowledge I have obtained
African American Queen is the name that I claim.
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One night my mom and dad created me, then my dad told my mom i was not meant to be.
My mommy cried day and night, trying to decide what is wrong and what is right.
Inside of your womb I could hear the two of you yell and scream
Daddy wanting to abort me, mommy wanting me to fulfill me dreams.
Each time you went to the abortion clinic, inside I was screaming NO!!!!!
Mommy please don't kill me, please give me a chance to grow.
You must have heard my screams, cause each time you let me live.
Thank you for not killing me mommy, I have so much love to give.
The day that I was born I saw a tear drop in my mommy's eye
The expression on her face, how could he want our child to die.
Look at me dad in my mommy arms, so precious as can be
Now look at my mommy and answer her question.......
HOW COULD YOU NOT WANT ME?
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