All I ever wanted was to be nurtured
Pour into me and not so much authority smothered
Behind me,
I felt only my brothers
Because their mannish love provided so much comfort
Reversing the roles
Abusing your authority
How insecure
You were taking Moore of me
All of the opportunities in your control
Gladly slammed the door in front of me
Crying & begging you hopelessly
Amused full of envy
Spreading my business cowardly around the city
Such a beautiful soul
But her spirit shhty
Even with the gorgeous pools of honey
She’ll never see the world
Because she doesn’t even see her own pretty.
