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Ever since i realized there was a such thing as a colored girl, an evil woman, a bitch or a nag  ive been trying not to be that and leave bitterness in someone else's cup. Come to someone to love me with out deep and nasty smelling scares of lye and being left in the streets of lunatic whispering trick, trick, trick, nigga get out of here with all that. I didnt have any of that for i brought you what joy i found, and I found joy. Then there's that other woman that hurt you and who you left three or four thime and then you went back to after you put my heart in the bottom of your shoe. You just walked back to where you hurt and i didnt have nothing. So i went to where someone had something for me but none of them were you. I gotta real dead loving for you her now cuz i dont know how to avoid my face wet with my own tear, because i convinced myself that colored girls have no right to sorrow. i lived for you and i know i did it for myself but i couldnt stand it. I couldnt stand being sorry and colored at the same time its so redundant in the modern world.