Diary of a Mad Black Woman

Diary of a mad Black Woman

I'm the one that always made you laugh
And I'm the one who cooked the food you didn't know you had
And I'm the one that cheered for you at every b ball game
But when it was time for shout outs, you never shouted my name
I picked up your mothers prescription, and delivered it with care
And tried my best to convince her that you weren't passed out somewhere
(which you were)
And I'm the one that kept condoms stocked, and the strong box locked
So when the next bitch tried to trap you, or rob you, her whole game plan got stopped
It was me who was buying your groceries, me who was paying your bills
Me who kept two extra blankets nearby, cus we all know how you get the chills
Me who was taking your draws to get cleaned, the black ones you swear give you luck
It was me who was alway beside you, when about me, you don't give a fuck.

So I hope that this new chick you got now,
Yeah, I hope this one fills you with pride
And I hope when your world turns upside down
That this new chick is still down to ride
Cus when I left, the strong box was open
And there wasn't no cash left inside
Yeah, when I left, the safe was on empty
This paper will help me
Dry tears from my eyes


Lol! Crack poem y'all. Just jokes. It's for twin. She gave me the idea. Anyway.

THIS WAS WRITTEN THE SAME DAY AS THE ONE BEFORE IT!! I'M ON A FUCKING ROLL!! Plus I'm putting like 1000 words a day into this little story I'm working on now, but y'all will never see that. Ever ever. Okay, done talking.