A Weak Extension

Dear unassuming lover, Please stop fornicating with my feelings Because I'm standing here weakly extending my heart strings for someone to take hold of me again Bare feet on hot concrete legs week perspiring I am in the depths of despair because with love loss comes heat and I've been thrown in the fire so parched I can't speak With my eyes I am pleading I've become apart of the generation that can't function without some sort of pitiful excuse for love and affection and I've been trying to beat this ruling addiction but i'm frail I'm meek Ive been trained to think that a man on my arm defines my success socially Got me settling for the unworthy because I want my relationship status on facebook to read a name other than single, the definition of lonely So I depend so hard on love from products of lust, who's daddies most likely left their mommies before she had time to pick her head up from the sheets The ones that assured me that they were no good, don't love like they should and are frankly too young to be burdened by the thoughts of just loving me alone These products of society that procreate mindlessly, consistently and persistently spewing their seed onto the streets passing them every day casually unafraid to ignore them like the other deadbeats Beating off their insecurities into every and any empty vaginal opening Broken and bent like scattered glass in the street And it made me wonder why must the hurt pair off to hurt each other repeatedly As if it isn't obvious, we've been trained to breed instead of raising our beautiful babies And since all we've ever known is what we've seen we believe lusting is the new loving Even children walk around with their heart on their sleeves claiming partners before they grow out all of their adult teeth So this must be closest thing to love that We could ever begin to see, No fairy tales for us no happy endings for children of the concrete With mothers that get on their knees, show their assets, and make a fool of them selves simply to please Tat a man's name so they know it's real and act all surprised when they leave? Permanent ink on their bare skin was supposed to symbolize him never leaving but he's gone And they are the epitome of stupidity Weeping and screaming cursing and displaying themselves as way less of the ladies their mothers raised them to be Because he was supposed to be as hopeless without them as they believed themselves to be, Literally believing that there is no she without the H-E that is he and yet the mind that he doesn't pay them is on other ladies whose hoping for the same things These minority sisters that worry more about pleasing their men and less about stds Loving these brothers that would rather scream money over bitches instead of screaming "I'm the daddy. Yes that's my child and ain't nobody taking better care of him than me!" We're so confused Loving each other without knowing how to love ourselves, Accepting abuse and dishing out wounds that sting because we're internally bleeding and tired of being used And so the hurt continues And so unassuming lover I write to you because I'm tired of being hurt