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.