Men

by Tamiel Mckee

November 3, 2017

Men

For so long you made me want the embraces of your stare

So long did I want my curves to catch your grin

I listened for the angel’s cry

when we sinned

Men

You make me wonder

Not often am I afraid of that glare

The way you lick your lips

As you stare

I feel you’re lust

So heavy on my rear

End

I hear your calls

But I keep my face forward

I keep my hand tightly gripped on my telephone

In case I have to ring for The Help

That may not come for me

Because I’m me

I keep my face forward

I need to see my surroundings

I keep my eyes open

Hoping the shouts will

End

Men

Again I find myself missing the roughness in your hands

Even when they’re soft

Got me missing my man,

They’re all in my ear telling me you’re all the same

WHAT, man?

I’m caught in this fantasy

He’s not the perfect man

But my body only knows the mind of his hands

I swear this ain’t just no any man

You should’ve felt the way he kissed the lobes of my ear

I’ll never forget the sweets nothings he whispers

I’ve never met this man

But man I’ve felt a love like this

So accepting of the Woman

Understanding of the ways

Of the shapes and knowing when I’m just having one of those days

Men

You’re not all the same

But there’s a few things that just resonate

In your kin, amongst “you and the guys”, your “Bros” till the

End

Your pride won’t allow you to take women as friends

We’re not just here to be you’re lover

Till the end

You can be committed to a woman

Build a family with a woman

She ain’t fit for kickin it,

You got the guys thinking she just some lil shit to pass time and get there quick

But you’re “Bros” are the same ones tryna wife this chick

Men

We just want you to get it

Can’t you see how much we love you

Too many women are no longer in it to win it

Too many women have to lose, just to gain

Have to hurt and re-evaluate their self worth

Then to men call were insane,

You drive us insane

The lies and playground games

Men

I ain’t blaming you

But you’re the ones to blame.

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