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Life and Death 2gether 4ever
#WritcoPoemPrompt33
Nine colours for nine auspicious days,
Celebrating the destruction of evil,
And the beginning of a new life...From the 1st time I saw him I really didn't think too much about it. He was a person very much so high spirited like me, but in his own way. What I thought was so innocent about him was how he bragged his 9to5 day job (LMAO).... Hiw cute cause you think that he got to be making at least 6 figures or some shit like. Far from the truth right. It just made me happy to see how proud of himself he was. Also he has a heart beat that sounds like a actually Clock that tic and tics like a damn CLOCK. No bullshit for real for reals... Anyways I always think about how people feel inside but then when I see how they coming up against me and don't know my struggles or my pains, let alone my mother fucking name triggers me and without thinking I react stating, Facts not Opinions. I went against the words that he would say to me because I know everything about who I Am... As Jerrie Lynnette Williams and who's Will I Ams.( lol)
So on and so forth this pain in the asshole that he is towards me allowed me to get at this nigga like a nigga even though he of Mexican descendant. Anyways one night he came to my room and he opened up to me telling me about his son. We talked and he shared a book of pictures of his son and he actually showed his soft side of who he is, as his inner most emotional being. What happened the next day at his room down stairs is wtf tripped me out in mid-Air. We was as the night before, having drinks together but before he turned into the wannabe HARD ass WTF ever his alcoholic thinking thought and grew some bowling ball NUTS on my ass and went ham on me. (LMAO) frfr... Now I have been called a Hoe but never a Whore and a Black Whore at that!!!! I could not have made this shit up. I couldn't believe that this same person was who the fuck he became right before my eyes was the same person I was just having a nice time just kick back drinking with. I ended up locking his ass out his own damn room. And his drunk ass had the nerve to call the police on me. Now what I did was allow my feelings to get the best of when I was gonna make 2 wrongs a right. What I did was allow my old behavior take place and we ended up not talking for a little minute. I did on my part make what I did right. I still feel that the way he trys to make me feel not right so we be beefing still. I decided to let things be the way they are cause I can't help nobody that don't want help. I know he is really crying out for help, so I have been trying to over look his behavior and trying to get him to see himself in action. He knows so hopefully he can get help for himself.
Jerrie n co/author Big Daddy Ray
Nine colours for nine auspicious days,
Celebrating the destruction of evil,
And the beginning of a new life...From the 1st time I saw him I really didn't think too much about it. He was a person very much so high spirited like me, but in his own way. What I thought was so innocent about him was how he bragged his 9to5 day job (LMAO).... Hiw cute cause you think that he got to be making at least 6 figures or some shit like. Far from the truth right. It just made me happy to see how proud of himself he was. Also he has a heart beat that sounds like a actually Clock that tic and tics like a damn CLOCK. No bullshit for real for reals... Anyways I always think about how people feel inside but then when I see how they coming up against me and don't know my struggles or my pains, let alone my mother fucking name triggers me and without thinking I react stating, Facts not Opinions. I went against the words that he would say to me because I know everything about who I Am... As Jerrie Lynnette Williams and who's Will I Ams.( lol)
So on and so forth this pain in the asshole that he is towards me allowed me to get at this nigga like a nigga even though he of Mexican descendant. Anyways one night he came to my room and he opened up to me telling me about his son. We talked and he shared a book of pictures of his son and he actually showed his soft side of who he is, as his inner most emotional being. What happened the next day at his room down stairs is wtf tripped me out in mid-Air. We was as the night before, having drinks together but before he turned into the wannabe HARD ass WTF ever his alcoholic thinking thought and grew some bowling ball NUTS on my ass and went ham on me. (LMAO) frfr... Now I have been called a Hoe but never a Whore and a Black Whore at that!!!! I could not have made this shit up. I couldn't believe that this same person was who the fuck he became right before my eyes was the same person I was just having a nice time just kick back drinking with. I ended up locking his ass out his own damn room. And his drunk ass had the nerve to call the police on me. Now what I did was allow my feelings to get the best of when I was gonna make 2 wrongs a right. What I did was allow my old behavior take place and we ended up not talking for a little minute. I did on my part make what I did right. I still feel that the way he trys to make me feel not right so we be beefing still. I decided to let things be the way they are cause I can't help nobody that don't want help. I know he is really crying out for help, so I have been trying to over look his behavior and trying to get him to see himself in action. He knows so hopefully he can get help for himself.
Jerrie n co/author Big Daddy Ray
