that morning after.
reminisces of the night before
your still sleeping in my bed.
I'm sitting here thinking
reminiscing
evaluating, my next move
You were as good as fried chicken and collard greens
washed down with some Kool Aid.
It was like summer and spring.
it was the good in everything
It was that cool breeze on that 99.9 degree day
It was that spiritual song that lasted all night long
Then on that morning after
you walk in my kitchen
bitchen
scratchin'
your balls
askin
"What's for breakfast?"
I don't believe I've ever kicked a man out of my house so fast.
Leta C.
