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He thinks I should come back because he can make my body sing. Honey don't yunno physical and spiritual pleasure are of two different quantities. I'm moving on like Bohemian Rhapsody; another one bits the dust. My past makes it so hard to trust, all these dudes are run through.

They come running game and think I've been fooled, I've seen every game its nothing new. I'm ready to see another scene. They be sleeping around, ducking and dodging and tryna change me its obscene.

One of em says I don't want a bad bitch, but baby I'm from the bricks. I am both bad bitch and queen! I elaborate this as Ghetto Royalty. Somebody tagging along is saying nope, nope that just cant be.Well just move along! This message wasn't for you to read. Just like how black man can be both nigga and King. Shut down that misogynistic masculinity.

I want Tupac type of kat, with a Jidenna slay. Educated, hood, and a classy taste. I move on so quick because baby I am  the case. If you don't see trophy written all over my face don't stumble on your high ego to make me stay.

I've barked, I've weeped , I've showed shame, but now its time for me to scream my name. I ask myself who is Brianna, and where has she been? Crowded in the jail cell of my mental pen....itentiary; wondering why men wont listen to me. All I'm doing is sending spam to the wrong recipients. Then go off forwarding to the wrong cc. It's not the message that's wrong it's just not getting to the right beneficiary.

There is someone who can gain the advantage of my trust, will, and life--- he will have more than just money but a spiritual investment in  soulful riches



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He felt like home. Like grandpa’s hugs and granny’s kisses. Like a  school bus ride home, and  evening sunsets. Like afternoon Lunch with your Best-friends. He felt like home. Arms with an instant ease of peace, chocolate lips And a grin so sweet. He felt like ice cream on a summers day. He felt like a sunshine ray , and a Shooting stars runaway. He felt like home He felt like  Twilight, New Moon, and Breaking Dawn. He was was as high as the sky  and as bright as Nebula. He felt like why have I never felt this way before? He felt like a shower after a long day at work, like back-rubs And bath bomb soap . He felt like India’s Aries “Brown skin…  I can’t tell where mines is and where yours begins”. He felt like hopes redeeming  and pains end. He felt like home. Of course felt is past tense. But it’s still memorizing to dream of who we used to be. The trauma that can Happen when direct and in-direct meet. Like I’m saying things I don’t mean Because you act a certai