I know a girl
with aesthetic beauty
a head full of truly
individual thoughts
she cool and we could talk
I thought that i’d get at her
although I’m intoxicated
diggin her curves delivered some words
how could i say this
im cool and women love me
i was looking for a buddy
physical touch
feeling her out seeing whats up
see
i was quite bitter
the last woman i loved
flushed my heart down the shitter
its hard for me to trust
the opposite sex i couldn’t just
be vulnerable
the new girl told me I wasn’t ready
and yea i knew
she was right
when we speak its what i needed
im being honest
decided that we’d be friends
our relationship platonic
ironic looking for love
and in a way i got it
in a friend who tell me the truth
no matter how it come across
and don’t somersault when I do the same
helped me threw the pain
main do do stain
even blew the flame
on that pro black tip
like she got a zulu name
threw a fist for the struggle
like tupac or matulu
came to me
when it wasn’t going over to well
so i’m glad that we just friends
she my partner for real

This poem was written/submitted by marcus galloway.