Nobody's Woman

I'm a full grown woman. Why can't I find a half grown man?
I'm just kiddin, I'm not settling and that's the case at hand.
Dating has become such a task, a chore; I must be a bore? 
Coz I don't twerk it like she do, work the kinda job his last
GURL did. I just can't deal with it. You see I've gotten so fed up,
hate won't fill me up. Ya feel me?…I don't wanna go there.
Lawd knows I don't. But something is wrong. It's not all about me. 
I'm the last and the least. Still I'm gonna demand my respect,
it's the queen in me. Nah, I put up wit a lot of things but a lying ,
trifling, non azz wiping man ain't one of them. These lips-of-mine
can be stubborn and mischievous. So rough Carmex can't soften
them up. Ladies, it just seems unfair the way men look at
my housing, clothing, like I'm a hood rat. Like they
are so up to par, as they roll around driving rental cars, living
at home wit mama and work temp jobs. Still, I'm good at
the bar. Oh yeah, I look good enuff to give a head applause.
Until I put em on blast, smash those sweetie grins real fast
like a bad car accident. And then I'm a crazee azz bytch!
Then so be it. I'm love sick y'all and it's terminal. I've fought
a good, long, hard fight. I just can't seem to find a man that's
right for meeee. I'm not chasing_____  hold on. It's
the fact that every man  I meet wants to be out of his league.
He's either above or below me. Or out of his rabbit azz mind!!!
There comes a time when you wait for some things too long.
You know what… guess what. Love can kiss my black behind.
I'm not lying y'all. I'm sooo done wit the online, offline, hotlines
and chat lines. These blurred lines have ran from my page.
As Robin Thicke would sing, in a different way.  I guess…
I'd rather be my own fool than to ever think, love and I could be
cool like that… That my life could be possible like that...

jhp©2013

JH Poet (Poetry in a minute) Embarrassing Me

By JH Poet

 Black man, you embarrass me so

pride is gone, living in dark shadows

falling prey to the pot of gold at

the end of the rainbow

where is my warrior?

helpless, can't help us, won't help period

little punks being raised by mama's

daddies a punk too so he runs further

hating on his color, hate his color

the women that wear it

the fairer the better, but he complains

shitz not fair....

weak minds

weaker hearts that no longer love

confused, misused, and abused body parts

thrown in the lions den

for the black woman to fin for herself

you dress like her

talk like the feminine kind

breaking the bond of natural ties

braids ravish your spine

pants sag to the ground

won't come around until stamp day

and that's a maybe in this economy

you say you're just trying to make it

but I ask why didn't you fight for me,

for us and our families

pride is gone

the warrior is worn

just leave me alone

I have no man to call my own

just leave me alone... embarrassing me

jhp©2013