Babygirl, I apologize.
I see life's lies in your eyes
and I want to revise:
God is He.
Can he say sorry?
God is He in all.
It's glory.
You are no neighbor to me but a mockery of sincere pleas.
Beg. I want you on your knees.
Get down. Pray to the most High
beating your chest when her heart is at rest.
How many times will you kiss her with deception?
How many times will you speak of wrong direction?
How many times will you say everything is gonna be fine?
How many times will you fuck her pussy instead of her mind?
You imprison her, beyond misogynistic.
Soon time it'll only be conjugal visits.
She'll turn to stone and be wrapped in snakes
because she has nothing at stake, becoming a foe.
Not being able to fix it so you deem her a hoe.
You can't hand out time with unclear signs.
You can't hand out time when its a poisonous vine.
You can't blame women when God is in their eyes.
You can't blame women when they beam sunshine.
She revealed you to you.
Your battle isn't her truth.
Your forced powers are elegant masks draped in chivalry.
You are not Moses just because you've parted seas.
Women stay wet on their own.
Even though tears drop, they are from her home.
You can state facts all you want for condone.
No need to speak life, she has two lips of her own.
She has four reasons to speak life into your soul.
You may be handsome in spirit and a legend on the streets
but it is women who carry your legacy.
You can hold everything, even your pride.
God is she and she rules time.
Dear brother, pardon me.
I see what is marred of we
and wish to adjust accordingly.
God is she.
Should God be contrite?
She is God holistically
in all her magnificence.
You are no trophy.
Just a puppet running out of plans
whose hands and knees should greet the pavement
more than those before enslavement ended.
Render yourself to the celestial
whether riddled in those shackles
due to circumstance or your volition.
How long will breaking hearts become tradition?
How long will you remain within transition?
How far along must he follow behind?
How far does this plot truly run in your mind?
How far does this plot truly run in your mind?
You accost him past the point of material means
where a tempest of jewelry and designer jeans
rip violently through what was once the ideal
concept of what a good man provides.
You've had less time and did more damage.
You've made less time to apply that bandage
and you can't blame one for the multitude.
You can't blame the masses for what one truly exudes.
To confide in you
is a task not as arduous
as society would have you believe.
Being his reprieve
does not absolve responsibility.
Stability is paramount
and accountability essential.
The instrumental can't escape the truth in their actions.
Consistency is not a run on sentence
nor is it a redaction
but a constant reaction to a change
that needed to take place.
He cannot be disgraced
while you long to save face.
Shortcomings will forever be prolonged
when fighting each other for the throne.
She
and He
and lust for control
and there's no real rush
to find one's soul.
You may be gorgeous enough to be claimed as spouse
but it takes more than bricks to build the house.
What isn't firmly rooted will rise with the tide.
God is he.
Set false idols aside.
Written By: Evelyn Rivera and Devin Joseph Metz
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