You must be bugging if you think everything’s all good…
Son I swear I could drop you if you let me I would…
but I can’t cause something in my chest might break and you might think that’s a piece of cake…
but It ain’t cause on some real thing me & you ain’t fake…
Me and you realer than that man who calls himself a dealer, & I refuse to let it end like some played out fashion trend.
So I leave you with this thought should I go or should I stay cause I’m the type of chick who’ll eventually walk away & you the type of dude who’ll eventually go to play and the thought of sticking around isn’t going to stick today for the girl you once knew so well will soon stray away… & I told you to watch your step cause you wouldn’t want to fumble but I’ll just let it rock cause that’s how the cookie crumbles.

This poem was written/submitted by Jocelyn Feliciano.