Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned! Written by: Jacquii Cooke (JacquiiC), Torrian Tucker (Terrell), DeSean Rodgers (point_of_view), Belinda (nanapuddin), Bisa (Bisa), Janis A. Dizon (FaShaBaby) She swifted cadences & utterly without remorse (she came ready) She lifted the souls of men & left them dangling madly in angst She stiffed the bartender his meal ticket - not a second-thought gangst'a Her name: Sweet Thang, THE Nina (she of woman rampage steady) The epitomy of how looks can be deceiving Or how when bad things that feel good, can be intriguing But just when she thinks she has caught you sleeping She'll bring you more pain than when when a babe starts teething Jesus, you yell, as she brings this.....uneasy demeanor of wrath just like the wife of the pharoah that lied on Joseph.... she writes a mental affidavit notarized by her digust with you plans her malicious scheme on the same bed you shamed her with...tainted sheets and all.... Cutting so deep you feel metallic shaving on your soul... wasn't aware of the control she holds...boldly cold against her love.... speaks slow and calm yet shoves fist into your cardio... hollow pointed nouns and verbs pierce and explode your ego.... Leaving silkened scars of blistered emotions that are uncontrolled, unrealized until it is over. Leaving one floating on fluffed-up promises and dreams...revealed schemes....like sliding into to home on a misty eve... rolling over and plunked into a peaceful state of mind proving through spirit that we, actually, like it like that. For 'real' though. Each thrust, each blow ties a knot in her soul binding sinews of hurt, heartache, love denied underneath emptiness-- this fury; a facade, a ploy scorned. another name for damaged, thrown away goods Hell, rather be in than alone... |