We're not Even CloseA Poem by Amata LunaCold hands, shaking limbs, turning stomachs and a heart beating fast. What more description can I be more mad?YOU DO JOKE ME? There was this guy, a man I don’t know At first he was sweet, but man he was cold He used to be a honey; I discovered he was a dummy Who never even cared, what a woman has or bared Do you tease because I’m a woman; Are you mad because I am? Did I stepped into your ego, Or you think I’m out of mind? You have called me names before them; you have tested all I have You have said worst things about me that I never even dreamed about You think you’re macho? You think you’re cool? Well think again honey, you might be looking like a fool You don’t care I’m hurting? You don’t think I’m a girl? Well I respect an older person, but not one who speaks like femme I thought you’re cool, I thought you’re fine But enough for those thinking, impressions never are just as slime I’m born to be a woman; my mother raised me as one My father told me to be human and always think of everyone Do you ever act your age? Do you ever respect a babe? I bet you do with naivety, I bet you don’t when you’re flared Think about others, you’re not the only one alone You think I’m self-centered? Well look at you who talk It’s not about being a girl, unless you know how to be a man Man enough to respect others, man enough to be MAN enough You still hate me? Still I’m mad? Well, young man you get wise not with age, But what you ever learned that is as good as life.© 2012 Amata LunaAuthor's Note
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