She hates me subscribes to the way

she expressed her affections towards

her lover

The spitefullness of her heart

is often exposed by the way she

flatten egos of the male counterpart

Supplying herself for midnight love affairs

to anyone who dares

became

a steady occurrence

The current events of her lifestyle

tells the story of an abused mind

trying to re-define the signifying moments

of romance

Men became medals or trophies on shelves of

lover's revenge a binge of

getting it done before they do me

was the song she would boastfully sing

Niggas ain't sh*t was her favorite line

as she tried to find a man to support her

and her motherhood clan

Men with mid-way plans and ten year loans

would not suffice her now expensive moans

for brothers clocking minor figures

instead of major league hitters were beneath her

Having nothing to offer but screams and hollas

she remained confident that she deserved

everything better

Niggas ain't sh*t is the single mom anthem

flowing thru veins like Heineken brews

Her lady sings the blues

cues the loneliness to perculate her system

Men were fool tools of her trade

getting paid getting laid and setting the stage

for the next few plays

I'm gonna get you sucka

was her mental awareness

inciting emotional battle cries between the

logistic lines of fairy and reality

The post subscribed madness to the

defective affections of hatred wasn't charged

to mans' prescription

but to that which made her life much clearer

She hate me wasn't a movement as she figure

but found the source of her hate to be

in the reflection of her very own mirror

Andra Walters ©2012