Don’t say you should’ve took that chance with me years ago-years later down the road.

Don’t ask for my food when I asked you “what you want” & you said nothing in the drive thru.

Don’t come crying to me when you regret not taking that opportunity for yourself to become something great than what you were before.

Don’t reach out for help when we both know you messed up & thought you moved on to something better.

Don’t assume I mess with multiple women as if I’m a player. I know I’m cute, however;  That’s not my style.

Don’t tell me how to run my household. Otherwise step up, put a ring on this finger, & help me pay these bills .

Don’t tell me I sleep a lot. I know that. First of all, I’m going back to sleep.

Don’t call me out of the blue asking how I’m doing when you decided to ghosted me.

Don’t congratulate me when you never supported my dream & thought I couldn’t  do it with very little money.

Don’t speak my accomplishments in a text message when behind closed doors,  you couldn’t do it face-to-face, public, nor on social media.

Don't touch my hair nor my paper

Don't give me excuses. Give me success with a team of young legends that want to build a foundation. No fake people around that cause headaches with bruises

Don’t have me pray for you when you didn’t pray with me at the dinner table.

Don’t ever think you have the upper hand in fighting me. It’s a brutality if you try to cross me.

Don’t tell me how to write when you never picked up a pin & paper. Sitting there countless of hours staring at the wall trying to figure out what to say.

Don’t think you can talk to me any kind of way & think I won’t react to your stupidity. You better watch your tongue.

The wake of a pure morning gesturing down the heavy heat
Africa is my mother land tell the foreigner not to mind the scorching heat.

Looking back to the soil how rich and blessed the people feel
But a mere touch of the soil would show you the pain the people feel.

Don't pry into their agony because the suffering can get much
Everyone in the midst of it all hoping and grinding to get much.

The paper is just a tip of what you are getting if you look deep down
But the pain and the triumph after the sweat will push you up and down.
The sound of hope makes men look up and down in triumph.

Shiver
    Patter
Pitter

Ombre colored
         Gout
           Pressed flush to bone

Hellions march
Witch tip  
        To cat tail

Rift n eager
           Expectations above meager
                                        Grammarly says this texts sounds dissatisfying

Ouch  

So upon couch I settle
Lights ground to the pestal
Twill flicker no more

So no knocks at the  door