You used to be so tender & sweet to me
but then you saw me as your enemy
we would argue and fight almost everyday
until I had the courage to just walk away.
It took me a while to reclaim my power
though I was losing almost every hour
you would get in my face & call me names
until I stopped playing your silly little games.
You would try to demean me as a man
standing my ground and taking command
getting in my face and you try to be mean
the shit that I go through behind the scenes.
A beautiful day when you got in my face
one good slap and I loved you with grace
I broke down and cried and I've had enough
you're vicious & mean & you're really rough.




© Josiah Bhola Hillaire