it's been over two decades since I first met you.
even longer since I even bother to get your name and number.
yeah, it's cool you tried to make me fail, you used to stalk me just to pick a fight.
I am nearly three decades younger than the two of you.
even four times smaller, and over one foot shorter than the both of you.
at the same time I am million times much wiser than you, so what I'm queer, that's why I have VIP tickets to Astro project myself through places successfully, such as the Greensboro News and record online gallery.
you just want to keep up, to remove;outline the marksmanship of someone else's controversy.
now I have moved on, I don't think of you.
just ridding in circles for blocks trying to time me.
wishing you could bleach my earthly tone, you're the one.
you're the one, that thinks their greater, can do anything I can as well as me and beyond.
all you can do is watch and wait for me to make a move.
when you realize; digest how incapable you two truly are; the leastwise thing you can do is cry out for a plea, I'm running in front of everything again.
just to make someone push more obstacles in my way.
it's why I don't think of you.
I'm doing fine on my own; own my pathway to higher ground.
I don't know you.
don't need your helping hands joining beneath my head to clothes line me on the ground upon my head.
don't need you to pray for me to be my own, because I am happy without you on my mind.
I don't think of you.
don't you know I don't think of you.
because even when you are crying for me to be rejected and delivered into slavery, you are beautiful too.
you want me not; you want me some.
just when you understand my halo won't dim out for you.
you want want me back; you want me down, but at the end this assembly is mine.
you want complete control; you want to run the police, and take away my sunshine.
you cannot save me, maybe until you reinvent yourselfes at the end of the line.
I don't think of you.
I don't think of you, not until the monument of a shrine.
I'm sure you probably go on wonderingly pacing back and forth the floor boards,how to out burlesque the sign.
no matter how long the war, or how violent the fight.
I don't think of you, you're just another chapter in my past.
there's nothing you can do about these sticky situations.
you fumbling around in my life too watch me suffer and witness a false sense of serenity.
looking for attention and acceptance of my attendance alongside my foster care, I see you for what you really are.
you're insecure; seeking revenge, because you can't fulfill acceptance.
I don't even know your name.
I don't think of you, pulling on the shoulder of every ebony girl who is, like foxy brown.
wearing a Afro; the sun dress, designer shades, whoop earrings, that their own momma on occasion paid for.
I never seen someone so desperate to make it seem like I'm inferior, unworthy, unwanted and average that sir and ms. I blot you out of sight; out of mind.
I don't think of you.
oh, so go Joe just get it over with and go play hangman with yourself.
I don't think of you, because I know who I am.
don't know how to belong to the earth.
My second September smooth as pure gold.
I have a purpose in life; a few delays and detours, but I don't think of you.
I've got my Bible, and some amazing grace, living off faith; it's gasoline!
I'm all prayed up with my held high, because I got something to start; a place to be for my kind.
every soul mistakened as contrite too long.
every face busted up in every fight.
every heart denied for everything I chase.
every time I set to default to fail, is ammunition enough to take a stand, even when the man of God insists I stand down, and take the back seat.
I don't think of you; I just hearken unto sixth place.
everybody who is lost, then damned and forgotten.
out of something new and different to find and pure instinct; I; this little middle aged North Carolinan stare at the face of opposition, now I am well on my way.
because I am always here all alone, I don't think of you, I am still pregnant with some sixth sense.
when there's a little trouble a voice inside always confirms it's you trying to eat away at my presence, then I find more ways overcome the frozen ice you try to imprison me in.
you only get a minute of pleasure; making fun of me just to make it seem that you are stronger.
what happens when that minute passes it's you minus one.
I don't think of you at all in another place.
you want me to be preverse separated and replaced.
now you can do that it is what you do, then turn around, just to find out there is nothing you could offer me to make me foam at the mouth, or chase my tail in complete circles.
does it satisfy your itch to know I am waisting ink about you?
any other day; anyhow wish you were far away.
why do you always have to undo me?
making things up to be so hard; just want you to know that I don't think of you; you're small.
in world of homeosapians you're not even the first; not even the same, or the last, you cannot draw existence unto me.
I don't think of anything pertaining to the army you dispatch upon me.
I don't think of you then; I don't think of you now.
I don't think of you here; I don't think of you there, or anywhere.
you just don't seem to be important enough to cosign with.
I don't think of you today; I don't think of you tonight.
I don't think of you tomorrow, or anytime so distant.
there's no future big enough for the three of us.
I don't think of you.



© Dashaun Snipes