THIRTY MINUTES OF ANGER

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    THIRTY MINUTES OF ANGER

    I'VE BEEN SITTING HERE TRYING TO FIGURE THINGS OUT.
    TRYING TO READ BETWEEN THE LINES OF THIS SO CALLED DROUGHT.
    TO FURTHER ADVANCE YOUR UNDERSTANDING OF MY WRITING.
    I'LL GIVE YOU THE STORY AND MY TONGUE I AINT BITING.

    INTELLIGENCE AND ELEGANCE CAN DESCRIBE HER DEMEANOR.
    LIKE THE CHI-LITES I WANNA ASK, "PEOPLE HAVE YOU SEEN HER?"
    WELL I WOULD SAY THAT NOW, BUT THAT WAS UNTIL I FOUND OUT.
    WHAT MY SO CALLED GIRLFRIEND WAS REALLY AND TRULY ABOUT.

    LONG NIGHTS ON THE PHONE, SHARING OUR DREAMS AND ASPIRATIONS.
    I never imagined this girl would give me outrageous complications.
    AFTER SPENDING ONE NIGHT IN MY ROOM TIRED AND LONELY.
    IT CAME TO MY REALIZATION THAT SHE WAS SLEEPING WITH JODY.

    ONE EVENING I WAS IN THE LIBRARY AND RECEIVED A PHONE CALL.
    IT WAS MY FRIEND REGGIE, HE WAS ON HIS WAY TO THE MALL.
    HE SAID ISN'T YOUR GIRL THE ONE WITH THE BIG BOOTY AND GLASSES.
    THE ONE THAT MEETS YOU AFTER ALL OF YOUR CLASSES.

    I SAID, "YEA WHY DO YOU ASK, TELL A NIGGA WHAT'S UP."
    HIS WORDS, "I'M AT THE LIGHT AND YOUR GIRLS IN SOME GUYS TRUCK."
    SO MANY TIME CALLING HER PHONE, She didn't answer it just rang.
    NOW I KNEW IT, WAS TRUE, SHE WAS HAVING SOME KIND OF FLING.

    THE NEXT MORNING I SAW HER AND WE HAD A CONVERSATION
    BUT I HAD TO THREATEN HER TO RECEIVE ANY TYPE OF INFORMATION.
    WE TALKED AND SHE SAID THINGS THAT I COULDN'T STAND TO HEAR.
    IT WAS LIKE WHEN MIRIANNE WILLIAMSON WROTE "OUR DEEPEST FEARS"

    DURING THE EARLY A.M. SHE WOULD GO TO JODY'S DORM
    AS IF HE WAS HER MAN AND WAS SUPPOSED TO PROTECT HER FROM HARM.
    MY CORE, IT WAS HURTING MORE THAN I'D EVER EXPERIENCED.
    I CRIED AND ASKED HER, "BUT WHY I DON'T DESERVE THIS?"

    SHE TOLD ME SHE WAS SORRY AND TO HER I WAS DEAR.
    I LET HER SAY HER PEACE AND AS I TURNED TO MY REAR.
    THEN I GAVE HER WHAT SHE HAD COMING, ONE SHOT TO THE DOME.
    left her sitting on the curve probably thinking, "there's no place like home!"

    THINGS HAPPEN FOR A REASON AND I'VE GOTTEN OVER THIS MOUNTAIN.
    AND I'M STILL BY MYSELF, NOT FOR LONG THOUGH I'M DOUBTING.
    thus proves my theory, IF you see a freak, NEVER WIFE, just fuk her.
    AND NEVER FALL IN LOVE THAT SHIT IS FOR SUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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