Ungrateful Broad

A poem of feeling unappreciated by someone else

 Lately everything has not been the same,

 your words don't have a meaning;

 they are just plain. 

 Why are you playing?

 

 You know I put in effort,

 season after season.

 Even in the harshest winters, 

 just to give you comfort. 

 I was like your sweater,

 that gave you warmth;

 but now you ignore me, 

 and don't even read my letters.

 

 But now is whatever,

 so don't hit me up when its December. 

 I was trying to be the better one,

 but just go back to your older one. 

 Just how you want it;

 It will be all unstable,

 because you are so ungrateful. 

 Even your momma, would feel ashamed of you. 

 But for me,

 I have to go with my flow;

 Catch new flights,

 new airs,

 with new birds.

 Play the same moves you made,

 even with the same game cards.

 But just remember, you were the most ungrateful broad.

~Guillermo Rodriguez

 

 

 

 

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