I wanted you to love me,
hold me, dip me into eternity.
but since you obviously couldn't see
the crown that I possess,
you wanted less than my best
wanted to impress upon me
your macho, caveman-like sexuality.
your childish sexual overtures
send me into a disgusted rage
camouflaged by a faked smile
and a helpless look from me.
a look that wished you knew
the difference between
what's sexual and what I believe is sexy.

sexual is when I call you "big head"
and you get that goofy look in your eyes
and say "yes it is"
dirty mind
just a matter of time
before I walk away
and not even say
goodbye.

sexy on the other hand
is the way you looked at me on occasions
when you thought I wasn't
looking at you
and then you blush
when I accidentally get your attention
not to mention
the way you sat close to me
when in the room there were so many other seats
and you didn't say a word
you just smiled
innocently
that was your sexy side
apparently all the hootchies
like the sexual click
I can't get with it
I wanna hear things that you actually have to think of
not none of that bullshit about sexual love.

do I want to be your lover?
hmmm...not really...
cause you can't feel me
I'm too deep
that superficial nonsense is not what I seek
I need a man who knows
how to flex his brains physique
can hold his own with me
and knows he has no need to cheat
cause I treat him like a king
his thrown is his home
he's the head of the household
can't get there
by talking about my underwear
or how you want to get in
and peal away each layer.

do I have some signal that I emit?
that makes you act ignent?
(that's Ebonics for ignorant)
I don't know if they speak
that way where you're from
but I supposed you think I'm dumb
having to write a poem to get numb
I guess you already know
you can't have none
but I just wanted to be clear
no confusion or illusions
of infusions of body parts
and fluids
we can't do it
cause...you ain't it.

I am a queen
I've left the concubine mentally behind
I'll only be wifey
to the deserving king
that rests on that blessed thrown
in the home we call our own
where he wears his crown, scepter and signet ring
he is royalty to me
and I...am his queen
that's what I wanna get with
I don't need that sexual click
a king and queen making love
is smiled on from up above
the angels watch in awe
and astounding astonishment
as the king and queen
reach fulfillment
in the excellency of their royal love
even the moon smiles above.

I can't get with that sexual click...
don't wanna be whipped
no more
acting all goofy
like some teenaged whore
a band of gold
is what I'm ready to flex
not getting my bills paid
between my legs and yelling "next"!
I can't get with that sexual click
I ain't saying it's hard to imagine
it's just not what I'm havin'.

I am royalty
somebody's baby
somebody's lady
somebody's cocoa colored,
honey dipped,
chocolate chip
off the old block
diamonds that is
cause I'm a baguette you see
a flawless symphony
a poetic melody
I am rhyme and reason
to go out and buy a damn ring
a platinum solitaire
big enough to where
on a barrette in my hair
are you listening to me?
I...am...royalty
and I will have my king
in the mean time
don't mess with me
touch not His anointed
don't even step to me
especially if God didn't tell you
that the queen is ready
and that you are appointed
to be my king.

Love Marshe't