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food for thought
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My mom calls me this morning and offers me food for thought
She says my new man makes me happy but his finances, they’re shot
She says that he may just be using me for a warm bed and nightly dinner
She says that when the food runs out, she’ll bet our happiness will run thinner
My mom says my Mr. Right cannot afford me and my daughter
She says that he can barely afford his own kids. Is he ready to be a father?
That is, to your child, not the two he already has
What have he done for you lately? Do you really think this will last?
She says that she thinks I’m falling in love with a man that’s financially handicap
She says, “ can he do anything other than sit you on his lap?
She says you aren’t getting any younger, don’t you think you should stop wasting your time
She says all the man is doing is using me and throwing me lines
She says, so what! He makes you happy, he’s romantic, and he treats you like a queen
The rent is due, girl? He’s no one on which you can lean
A man is suppose to be able to help you take care of your child
It’s obvious he can’t, must I scream that Loud
She says that my fun days are over and I should only date men that could eventually be my husband
She says what are you doing? This man can’t take care of you! You need to just be this boy’s friend.
So I ponder her comments and think to myself, hey, she does have a point
As he lay next to me, I began to feel emotions similar to disappoint
This man responds to me “Yes, dear” when I ask him to do something, he says, “whatever you like”
My mother’s words cut me deep like a heart pieced with a spike
You see I am pretty high maintenance and I am use to living at a certain standard
But I am not really all that expensive, I feel bad, my man, my mother just slandered
Okay so he can’t even buy me lunch or fill up my gas tank
No flowers, no candy, his account’s in negative at the local bank
So, am I fool, when I say it matters but it really don’t
He does good laundry! Throw this man away, I definitely won’t
So, I got a broke man that’s mannerable, respectful, funny, and spends all his free time with me
He works; it’s just that his pay is a little meek
I’ll admit it, I do need a pedicure, dinner, and a bill paid every now and than
If anyone can keep me happy for the rest of my life, I know he can
When I prayed for a man, I didn’t ask for one with money
I asked for one with patience, laughter, love; a man that make rainy days, sunny
My mom don’t know that this man will do anything to make my days easier
Our relationship couldn’t get any cheesier
We are lovey-dubby every moment we are together; he massages my back and scratches my dandruff
Oh my god, this man’s bedroom skills alone is enough, he’s good at everything ‘show nuff’
So, my man is broke and I actually like him that way
Other things make up for it, LOVE, smiles throughout my entire day
So mom, sorry bout your luck, “Hell no, he won’t go!”
I protest against your loving concern, He’s a good man
And that’s Fo’ Show![/center][/center][/center]
Last edited by missc; 09-27-2007 at 01:43 PM.
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hahaha! MissC...this actually had me thinking about my own mother who advised me once to take back my ex so that my life "would be easier"...I didn't bother to answer because I couldn't express to her the 1000 lbs of weight that lifted off my shoulder when he walked out the door...so I'm broke...so what...so my kids can't go shop at the mall...so what...we're happy...and we manage. Now, a broke man would definitely strain my budget, but you've definitely got a point there...IF he's bringing everything else to the table...and IF he IS working and not being a bum...then YES, anyone who is trying is worth the trouble, and is worth the time, and is worth the love...
As usual...you give us a little extra something in your poetry...almost like a blog...with plenty of "real everyday life" emotions and an underlying humorous (situation-wise) point of view...I LOVE IT!!