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The first time I saw her, the most delicious thought popped in my head, I said damn, this is the equivalent of hittin the deli and getting a fresh made ham and cheese sandwich on some wonder bread, I wonder how she looks under those clothes, I wonder how her mind taste, I wonder does her man need a replacement for tiring out in the third quarter with the inability to perform in the fourth, I told myself I’d be her twenty five cent piece, I just wanted a piece of that, so I walked up to her and said let’s rap and she held up her hand, I thought she wanted dap so I gave her a hi five but she said no, this ain’t the time for shaking up or sucking up, see I don’t rap, I need my men to talk, I need words to exchange, I’m not impressed with your pocket change, see I need a man who got it upstairs before I start to explore his basement, see I need basics, with a lil touch of extraordinary, a good morning text which feels like mind sex, I need hand holds that feel like transfers of power, I need a man, not a coward, I need a man to stand up for my protection, I need a man to give me physical dissection when I’m laying on his chemistry table, so are you able to identify with my periodic table….she left me speechless for a quick second, I didn’t know how to respond cause I failed chemistry in eighth grade, so I came back at her my way, I told her I don’t know much about science but I know a lot about math, E equals MC square but if you take the square root of my truths it averages out to complete, see I’ve seen victory and defeat, my soul has been whole and incomplete at times, I’ve been broke and I’ve been rich, I never been , but I up at the thought of spiders, you wanna real man well you need to understand, we are made with flaws that are expressed from between our jaws, the same mouths that spit out I love you’s, the same mouth that can kiss you, curse you and suck out your soul from a pink hole that bares life, see real men are built with concrete bricks of strife, that why you see cracks in our sides, and any man telling you he is perfect is a damn lie, his foundation will crumble, see I ain’t here to talk about your sex game, I wanna know your A-Z game, two letters down leaves 24, the same amount of hours in a day so are you willing to hold that standard, cause I’m not a steady 9-5, I need you for the whole time, I told you, I was good at math, the only thing I’m not good at is sitting in bubble baths cause yall keep the water on hell, she smiled and seemed amazed by my word spell, I could tell her next words were gonna be dramatic and then she clapped back at it with...I’m sorry, but those cracks in the concrete are caused by me, cause I’m still trying to get over perfectly built skyscrapers, please don’t allow me to 9/11 your foundation...then, she walked off, and I learned something, even pretty girls who know what they need become accustomed to the wrong decisions
