Unsaid

A Poem by Bria Si'mone

All my exes living in matrimony.
But I live with my parents trying to keep from being lonely. I don't know how to sing songs about being happy. It's been three years since I've seen my pappy. I hear he had a stroke. I'm sitting here to try to keep from crying cuz I just found out, so right here on this weed I'll smoke.
The f**k can you do, when the only one who cares about your feelings is you? I ain't found a new solution yet. I'm in Dexter's lab working overtime. Looking for a formula to stop my tears. Not having you hear my words before I die is one of my worstest fears.
And I know that's not a word, but it was my dream and I'm just glad that you heard.
See I'm brainstorming all the time to help y'all understand me cuz I know you can't read my mind. There's so much on my chest that I want to express to you. But I know deep thoughts of a strong woman might be a threat to you.
But like I said I'm in the lab, so if you feel me put your money where your mouth is, come join me, I'll call a cab...