Why She's Single: A Poem

Disclaimer: The image of the woman in this post is not the woman I'm referring to.

One of the worst things in the world is when you find out someone isn't who you thought they were. Following up on a blog I did concerning this broad several months ago, this is a poem I wrote addressing the situation, but I never posted it-- until now. I started to post the image of this fake, cut-throat bitch, but I changed my mind.

Why She's Single

This thought ran through my mind for a while,

With her caramel brown skin, nice looking face, and smile,

Why is she single?

She’s built in the right places,

Especially when she keeps her weight down,

A good conversationalist, can talk about various topics clock round,

Very knowledgeable, can get deep in thoughts,

Yet, very few, if any dude wants to mingle.

For a while now, I wondered why,

I’ve even asked other guys but would get at best a vague reply.

Talked to her quite a few times, but was still at a guess,

Then, the more I talked to her, the more the reasons why manifest.

Because my situation right now isn’t the best,

She’s doing perhaps a little better,

She talks down to me on the slick,

And kicks me while I’m down, like some of the rest.

Criticizing me and other dudes,

Probably thinking in her mind it’s her own analysis,

When she’s merely repeating what she’s heard someone else say,

A move I’ve found to be typical of this wench.

To hear her tell it, the women are doing better,

But from what I see, she’s rather delusional,

Because she’s a pink slip away from being in a situation no different than me.

The way her and some of the other cackling hens tell it,

The way they’re painting the social scenery,

You would think they were living in mansions and driving Lamborghinis.

The final nail in the coffin,

Is when she pissed on the career that I’m striving to make a living,

Suggesting I find something “with a skill,”

It would be an understatement to say I was pissed,

It was at that point, along with the bullshit she spewed before,

Where I completely lost interest.

You know, I remember she used to tell me how people would call her “fake,”

Said this on more than one night,

Now, after getting to know her better,

I never thought I’d say this, but they were right,

She talked about a woman she once couldn’t stand,

Who had an arrogant attitude,

But from what I can see,

They’re actually of the same brand.

The only difference is the woman she’s referring to,

Her bullshit was transparent,

This one is worse because she hides behind a conscious, deep thought, pro-black facade,

So her bullshit wasn’t as apparent.

Something came to mind the more I talked to her,

The reminder that one of the worse things in the world is finding out someone isn’t who you thought they were.

So, it took some time,

But my question was answered,

Now I understand why some dudes tried but failed or completely didn’t mingle,

It’s because she’s fake, treacherous, bitch,

That’s why she’s single.

Repost: Petty: A Poem

In 2018, in my frustration and anger with the bias, two-faced way things were being done when it came to issues during my years at The Way of Yah Synagogue, I posted a poem concerning a situation that took place which was the final straw for me. This led to me being removed from that so-called synagogue.

I'll admit, although I knew anyone could get removed, well on the surface, I was a little stunned when it first happened probably due to being there for so long-- seven years too long, to be exact. As I mentioned in my post "Poking the Bear," I initially apologized, but after doing some reflecting, I realized they were constantly coming at me with sadistic, passive aggressive, goofy stuff, I was merely responding, so why am I apologizing to them?

Since then, I've rescinded that apology, and as a token of taking that apology back, I'm reposting the post that led to my dismissal, which thinking back on it, my only regret was that I posted it on LinkedIn, and although nothing happened concerning LinkedIn, I don't think that was the place to post such a thing.

To their "leader" Henry Smith, If Tim Renfroe is still there, I'm sure he's still verbally tossing your salad. You seem to like yes men/women, and that so-called synagogue is loaded with them. I will say this: if he's still there, and you're this "prophet"-- I know that's not the word you use, but I'm using it for the understanding of others-- that you claim to be, you better watch that boy. If he will sing like a canary for petty stuff like that, imagine what he will do if someone really put the pressure on.

Personally, I don't care what happens to you, I'm just putting that out there in general. The way you treat and disrespect people, whatever your comeuppance is will be exactly what you deserve. I've lost all respect for you.

Now, the repost of my poem, "Petty." (Posted around 10/2018).

So, without further ado, this is my piece, called "Petty."

In all the days of my life,
I've never seen something so small, so insignificant cause so much strife.
In the near 37 years I've been on this planet, I've been told on, reported, and falsely accused of things by others from time-to-time,
But to tell on me for something that's mine?

Wow, dude. Really?
You've just reached the lowest kind of petty.
Knowing the nature of females, there's certain things, albeit still aggravating, I would expect them to do,
But for a man to do such things, to me, is questionable.

Now, it gets dragged on and made bigger than what it is,
Because I stated a preferred way of being addressed,
Your b*tch a** go tell on me like a little kid.

I didn't slander, threaten, or rob anyone,
I didn't plot to round up some hoes,
You just wanted to be a tattle-tale brown-nose.

I hope it was worth it,
I hope you got your merit badge, boy scout,
Or validation for brownie points, whatever you were trying to accomplish,
If I said something detrimental, the action, regardless of my thoughts about it, would've been understood,
Come to think of it, perhaps it was an attempt to make me look bad and make yourself look good.

For me not to acknowledge, I would be remiss,
Just know from the bottom of my heart,
That was some petty, b*tch-made sh*t you did,
And I wouldn't be surprised if you squatted when you took a piss.