A Shot of Neo-Grammar

I had called myself Passion
But he femaled me with all of
His smooth, talkative and
Singin' and swingin' tenderness- nothing short of-
Leaving me singled out
For he is a eating, spineless backstabber
With his sleepy eyes and lies!
So I listened to
My man Musiq, and my sinuses cried
As I dialed up my partner-in-crime Brooklyn
To vent to her, ‘bout my wicked Crooklyn
Studying why I-had-allowed
Him! To be-friend me…
But in the escape of this sunken haze,
I had decided to change my identity to-
Miss Independent Thang
And not succumb to Romancio's vile venom,
That is never shrinking

- Karity Michele
1/4/03

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