Saturday, 9 March 2013

Bad Habit

"I'mma test this out. Now, keep in mind that I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive about my sh*t. So y'all be nice about it. Alright." ~ Erykah Badu. 


In the same sentiments regarding the quote above (LOL), this is a poem that I wrote when I was in my early teens. It can probably be interpreted in any way, but whichever way it's interpreted, it still lies close to my heart. So, without further do, I've decided to include it in this blog as one of the songs of my life. Songs of a Lady Samsonite. xoxo

A bad habit 
A regular argument 
Habitual disappointment 
Again and again 
Temporary self-esteem 
Temporary harmony 
But a bruised ego 
Yet again 
You raise me up 
You beat me down 
A momentary smile 
With an expected frown 
How many times 
Will you apologize? 
How many times 
Will I compromise? 

You take me out of my comfort zone 
Accommodate me in a broken home 
I don't feel safe 
My heart is in your hands 
I don't think you love me 
Why can't you understand? 
You're a drug, you’re a stimulant 
You get me on a high 
Your dangerously sweet tongue 
Sends me off to the sky 
I'm awaiting my downfall 
My darkened fate 
On the edge of our cliff 
I stand 
And unprotected 
Exposed to your trap 
Engulfed in your lies 
Yet it's you I come running to 
When in this mess 
Waiting on your bitter strike…
And sweet caress