bit on the back side

finally got me a man

in my bed

mebe not the right man

but least a living one

with all his moving parts

and that muse

the one cattin’ around

for months

leavin’ me high and dry

starts a scratchin’

at my back door

got a fine bottle of wine

and some flowers

do I let him in

so he can use me so bad

I ain’t good for nuttin’ else

then he run off again

or go back to my bed

and the livin’ man

the one who come

when I call quiet like

slippin’ into my bed

like silk

or that muse boy

who buy me a big hat

with a red feather

show me off

all over town

like we was king and queen

the church ladies

talkin’ behind their hands

they talk anyways

even talk about my boobs

claimin’ I’s tryin’

to breast feed

the whole damn world

they jus jealous

there no brown sugar

in they sour mouths

I tells the muse boy

it’s my time

mebe he come back tamarra

I feed him then

© 2009 Krystall Knobbs