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ma'atenra

I thought I had found the one

I found myself scribbling your name all over notebooks

Writing your name in black ink on my wrist

I even found myself running my fingertips

along the couch cushions

bathroom sink

the kitchen counter

you know

places where we once kissed

I thought I had found my lover

But ain’t that a bitch

What I found was another nigga

to add to the list of niggas

that have proved to me that these niggas ain’t shit

And then you got the nerve to get on Facebook like

“if you get cheated on, you’re doing something wrong”

So it’s my fault for not making love to you the way you want?

Damn….

Or are you blaming me for the fact that your father walked out before he could even teach you how to be a man?

If you wanted your freedom

why would you…

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