Chasing Lions

I will not chase lions

I will not run after the hunter

I will not head dress myself in yo mane.

That makes no sense!

I will not sew your genitals over my own

To go running after you,

When my desire is to the husband who

Dares to declare he has a backbone

Goldensealed to every one of his ligaments

Knit to perfection to formulate the

Formula which makes the muscles

In his limbs jump at the chance

To hunt me down like a

Wildebeest in the wild

Non stop

And the scorching heat

Of night and day that

Threatens to leave him parched

Means absolutely nothing to him

Because He’s hungry for me

I ain’t chasin’ no lions

I cannot race after love until it so desires

To tackle me in the dirt

‘Cause cute Little Simba wouldn’t know Nala

Was worth bucking up for till she asked him

“What’s so great about the water hole?”

Translated: “You ain’t no king, homie.

You lookin’ like every other no good brotha

Impressed that you got away with

Buzzin off that peach fuzz you

Wearing on you head that you got from

Yo knocked out daddy’s noggin’

In middle of the night.

Stop calling me during my bath time, son

You are trippin’!”

Why should I be chasin’ lions?

What shall befall his lot

When his lioness can no longer dart after his heart for 9 months?

Perhaps that is why some ah y’all ain’t exclusive right?

But what will you do

Should a real soldier come

The way you never knew how to?

Cause I was too busy chasing you!!!

How will you hold up with one

Who underwent that training

In cold. Hell. Sleet. Raining.

Who refused brushing the blood out

His eye

For infrared sighting in the night

To see when my heart would burn bright enough

To quit molestin y’all cubs

Who could not nevah deny that

He will light fires to every pride

To find the rib from his side.

Who don’t know nothin bout nothin

But the thrillah his chase

Who thinks you a chump

Who don’t have no Instagram selfies

Who ain’t got no friends on Facebook

Cause he’s too busy liking when

He watches my anxious

apprehension to have him go live!

Who took the vagabond backpack off Cain’s back

So that God wouldnt have to keep grieving

His daughter’s losing fathers

And tryna make up for it by chasin fuzzy females with penises.

Who ain’t scared to love, truly.

Holy. Godly.

I do not chase lions.

Not because they are impossible to find,

Nor are they extinct

They are created by lionesses like me

Who refuse to chase you

So you can actually know what it means

To be the king you keep telling everyone you are