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He, She, & Her

*Author's note: please take no offense to some of the language used, I am of the hip hop era and from Brooklyn, NY...some terms I use are like a second language to us...but please regardless take note that I followed the structure of Sonnet while creating my own rhyme scheme.


Chapter 1: The Beginning

He was a dope nigga when first they connected,
swagger so serious it sent She spinning from a still flic.
Knew all the right things to say to make She smile,
made love making sound like something created for just them two.

Over time She felt safe with him and protected,
this was the time She thought that love wasn't playing a trick.
Going all in and giving herself fully no longer in denial,
She loved that dude and that was all She cared to know to be true.

And He was perfect to She never was She disrespected,
if one was to envision real love than they saw their pic.
Looked on the outside as if they were withstanding the devil's trial,
as if there was nothing in existence that could ever send their synergy askew.

But in time behind the scenes it wasn't the fairy tale they reflected,
time progressed and the whole situation is looking brand new.


Chapter 2: The Middle

Whispering the wrong woman's name in his sleep,
doing laundry She finding numbers in He's pockets.
Still He steady telling She she's just buggin and must be crazy,
acting like being there in that moment meant they had something deep.

She know all too well what all of this really means,
loving He She decided to ignore it for a while and see what happens.
Still all She's worst nightmares were right there where She could see,
as his indiscretions were live in She's living room acting out the scenes.

Looking in the mirror wondering why She did this to herself,
still swallowing her pride to hold him down when He needed her.
In vain waiting on the day when this turns out how She wished it would be,
but the way shit is going ain't looking good for She's ideaology's health.

Feeling stuck in the malfeasance unable to break free,
cause She really wanted to believe the man She loved still lived in He.


Chapter 3: The End

Turned out no matter what He wouldn't leave Her alone,
and She had to get out of there even though She didn't understand.
Some part of She still wondering if He was ever really her man?
but how much longer was She expected to ignore how He acted on the phone?

Took She a while to accept that they weren't gonna complete their plan,
but seeing how He defended Her was a huge light shone.
All along She knew that of this demeanor He was prone,
so She picked herself up off love's floor and put the past in the trash can.

Seeing them together now means nothing her heart is stone,
She said if you want Her that bad have Her than.
It hurts bad as hell now but nothing She can't stand,
it's He's loss and that bitch still ain't close to this queen that sits upon She's throne.

So She said her good bye's to that dope nigga She once thought was everything,
when time revealed undoubtedly that as dope as He was He could never be her king.

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Rett

Rett

17 years 10 months ago

Catalina

That was a damn fine story. As for offense, I have nothing to be offended by. The only little thing that kept bugging me throughout was the use of "than" when it was clear you meant "then". Was that on purpose to bring out the slang? Some day I might post my two tributes to a woman, who was black in the 50's and probably kept my mother and us from starving to death a lot of times always muttering about "crazy white folks". She taught me at a young age to judge a person by their actions and deeds, not by what color they were. It contains the offensive word in it because I couldn't bring myself to write the tribute w/o writing what she was called. Wasn't the best of times back then. Oh well, I digress. I really just wanted to say I really liked the poem. It shed some light on the hip hop in the inner city areas. Well done. Rett: They say that money talks. Sadly, my wallet has laryngitis!
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Catalina

17 years 10 months ago

Thank you Rett very much for

Thank you Rett very much for your comments, I have to re-read the piece to see what you mean about the grammar...still I am very pleased that you could appreciate the story. And if and when you post your tribute I would like to know so that I can read them, my mother grew up in the 50's so the ugliness of that time is something that I have been told and/or taught about...still I would love to see your piece.