This is a poem I wrote in about 3 minutes flat. No real editing. Not even many punctuations. Just an expression of what was on my mind after seeing so many Desperados and hearing that same old song "Don't lose hope!" from people who mean well but honestly get on my last nerve. What do I look like, I'm desperate? God's will is God's will. If this is where I am, this is where I am. And I love it. I wake up happy. I go to bed satisfied. And when I'm married I will wake up happy, and go to bed...satisfied. lol Come on now. Life goes on so go live it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zawj Zombie~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It isn’t easy
But these cats spending more time lookin at wheels than they
do trynna seal the deal
How does that make you feel?
When you jump brooms and have ‘I dos’ with strangers and
wonder why nobody’s giving you sympathy
How did you think it’d be?
Lonely souls seeking guidance don’t listen for answer
They pray having made up their minds
Hair falling out from stress
Now you have puppy dog eyes when someone else is “next”
You’re going bald from jealousy and envy.
Pale face, lookin like you got “Single for forever” cancer
But God don’t make no mistakes.
Patience, perseverance, being happy with yourself first
These are the steps it takes
And no, don’t look at me with the side eye
Like “Well if you so damn smart, where your guy?”
See I’m currently taking my own advice.
Because if I chose to do so like other negro I could be
married before the week's out
Before April showers from sky
Before May flowers and humid ATL nights
The thing is, everyday is a beautiful struggle while I wait
for my Mr. Right
My king. My reason for smiling for no reason.
Looking dumb face, that real goofy cheesin.
My partner for forever always working together toward the
goal
See I have no need to be stressin because everyday I have
hope in that blessing
And until then I have my blessings. And they are abundant
Why be ungrateful when life is so good?
Why have an attitude? It isn’t attractive.
Having chips on shoulder like Ruffles
I know I’m ruffling tail feathers but I’m about that
soulful, loving, hustle
But until you feel me I’ll be standing in my B-Girl stance.
Scrolling past lonely venom. Dodging the “don’t lose hope”
awkward moment chants.
If God made the commandment then turn toward your goal.
It may be half the religion but your soul is always whole.

feeling Old.