Scorned

Who raised these niggas!!?? Growing up i would see the kindest gentleman on the tvs and big screens I would fantasize about..... having my chair pulled out.. Having my Door open without even one word being spoken And a family where instead of him being just a baby daddy or a nigga i met a blues palace i mean...he would be my husband...and i would be his wife.. ...........but these niggas now days would just tell me...naw baby thats the fantasy life It was never one of those sugar daddy type of relations Wasnt any manipulation but Ya see he tended to please me with material things Then have the audacity To frown his nose up when i wasnt fully satisfied with what only his money could bring Behind closed doors i was all he ever wanted Until outside those 4 walls i realized i wasnt the woman he really wanted to flaunt with Got my emotions all tied with the intimacy that we shared and started to feel like maybe this could turn out to be more than just a dream.... Not only was he strokin me with his man hood but he was stroking me with his lies and broken promises that i was all he wanted He even went as far as telling me that i was his pick but i soon came to believe..i wasnt that bitch. So easily distracted by a yella face and a fat ass That he actually even told me..baby im sorry but YOU not even that badd I crumbled To be told that no matter how hard i try il never be looked at like that in his eyes. His desire for me will never match the desire he has for her That shit made me feel lower than dirt.. Man say...its just too much time wasted. I could never fall this deep again..i already feel sorry for his replacement.