Comments: 0


Soft as a Butterfly
By Michael X Vincent
The Black Woman’s love like a rush when the water Rise
Top of the tide- we surf that to the shore Lines
Never uncertain or shaky, its a sure Ride
Tap into infinity, be wrapped up in her Energy
We fight, kill and die to protect her from her Enemies
If she don’t grow, there’s no hope for our Progeny
I made this mistake in the world, it wasn’t known to Me
It had to be shown to Me
The Sickness in Society
Got men gambling with women like the Lottery
Irresponsible and Immature- with no Apologies
The minds of women contain a complex Anatomy
To navigate it right I’m a need God backing Me
A fact no Flattery and with that said…….Why our Women in this CONDITION
I’m trippin it got me thinking
What this Society Missin
Clintchin my Fist-Tighten the Grip-My Teeth Grittin
What I’m looking at IS SICKNEN
… Got my head Spinnin
I break down and Cry cause I got my Heart in it
Have I taken Part in it???
Playing this enemies game, Women take A-lot in it
No GOOD GUYS in it……
Cause we don’t even see the Second Self of GOD in it
Need to take a Second Look
Put 2 pair of Eyes in it
Cause if they don’t get to RISE
If Women ain’t Liberated
If Women don’t come ALIVE
If Women are MINIMIZED
If Women ain’t EDIFIED
If Women ain’t better TREATED
If Women can’t never TEACH US
If the Pride of a Man higher than a set of BLEACHERS
So Clean So Fresh…..Like a pair of SNEAKERS
So self Righteous……Like a set of PREACHERS
If Women can never REACH US
If Women ain’t secured, protected for better REASONS
And Raised from the DEAD Like GOD DID JESUS!!!!!!
Its over…LEAVE it…….let it alone BEAVER.

There are no comments yet, add one below.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *