(This piece is dedicated to all the man out there that calls themselves players…. Let me take you to school on how a real woman response to bullshit)

I refuse to be treated like a gullible minded being… I exuded class and femininity; I can never be lacking the experience it takes to be a real woman!! I am phenomenally brilliant and I have needs -my needs cannot and will not be mocked. Being me is what I love; I have a thirst and a true hunger for a POETIC tongue. The kind of harmony you can only Day Dream about, don’t’ mistake me for that incompetent female- that puffs and blows bullshit your way. I lyrically speak from within; my compassion for words is all I have. Don’t mistake me for that simple chick- that one who panties you found yourself in because you gave her a hit your sticky green or your purple dream … I cannot be stopped in my quest for this… this…very thing that drove me to you, will be that very thing that erases you. Crazy… I may be, cuz the “real him” drives me that way! Longing… for that thrill…maybe so -it’s like I’m an addict- I got to have it, sexy ass hell I am… I know… you know… they all know. BUT I am craving him… him whom I thought you were…but DON’T mistake me for any of those types of females that can be bamboozled in letting men play treachery on their minds. Don’t mistake me for you.

Thank you,

Journey