Bitter with the Sweet Baby

“The bitter wit’ da’ sweet, baby”
Now that time has passed I begin to weave him inside my life
We be playing house, pretending what we Feel is that real shit
We try to act like our feelings is legit
And our maturity is enough to give into the demands of Family life
And that’s my sweet suga’
I’m talkin’ bout ace boon coon
My #1 brotha
I introduce him to my stubborn, love style
Got the eye rollin’, gum poppin’ quiet when Daddy get too serious
Now it’s time to settle down.
Cause it was like one day I woke up and realized
I have a man that does not argue,
And to that fact there is pro’s and con’s
He truly believes he is the one
When people stare in amusement he believes
They are staring at him.
He is egotistical, and believes
Woman and Man has a certain place
I am a feminist who believes
Love is broken down to financial compatibility
And thrill of da chase
All da smiling and love making in the World can’t fix
Awaiting an argument cause you paid rent late
He complains I’m too moody,
And stay in a negative place
But I understand that I can be somewhat harsh
Maybe not always a matron of sheer grace,
Okay, maybe never but either way
I hear him, and I want to have an open mind
And examine everything he says
Even though I will never let my pride know it…
I won’t minimize this experience by saying
I am inlove, but I will say this
If we continue to function paitently with each other
I will pay half da rent and bills, take his last name,
And respect his mind telling him he is truly the one.
Plainly stated, “I love fruit when the sweetness don’t drown
Me into a see of sugary ecstasy, but
Leaves a tangy taste on my tounge.”