This poem brings a smile to my face for various reasons. Its an oldie but goodie that I’ve never shared on this blog. It is dedicated to my good friend Cathy and her ex but the content is totally based on my past relationship from 7 years ago a.k.a. the baby daddy years hence the reference to 50’s “Wanksta”. One day Cathy and I were discussing relationships and she said “I love him but I don’t like him sometimes.” Yeah, she definitely quarterbacked this piece right here. Enjoy!
I LOVE HIM BUT I DON’T LIKE HIM SOMETIMES:
AN ODE TO CATHY AND JOE:
Witty, smart, handsome, ambitious, and passionate.
A mixture of thuggish, rugged, and smooth – now that’s cool.
A strong family man who loves his three seeds.
There’s some respect for the ex (mother of two seeds).
But he loves and cherishes the “next” (mother of one seed).
Like a God to his universe,
He works the hell out of his 9-5, child support always on time.
And he “dirt hustles” this hip hop shit for family and crew.
But it is he in this piece whose character is being juxtaposed…
And frankly, he can get on my fuckin’ nerves.
Spittin’ venom like Bush the Gangsta but comin’ out like 50’s wanksta.
As I second guess MY feelings, carrying the guilt like I’m doing wrong (?)
He’s the nut-scratchin’-drinkin’-milk-from-the-carton exhibit
At the museum of assholes.
And SOMETIMES his lovin’ can amount to
Two minutes of d**k rubbin’…
Inside my walls of pleasure, in and out like the motion of the ocean…
It’s like oooooooooooohhhhh…
And it’s all coming back to me now,
As I’m reminded of why I love him but I don’t like him sometimes.