To any man who’s ever claimed me,
with that fucked up term “mine”,
you were afraid of my wings,
that grew stronger with time.
To every man that tried to cheat
or cast me blindly with lies,
when i’m out fishing for love
don’t come biting my line.
To the men that shout “hey baby”
when i’m out on the streets,
I prefer to eat men alive,
don’t you know i’m a “freak”?
To the men who throw out “bitch“, “hoe”
and other insults like “pick mes“,
remember you’re the one at night
losing sleep over me.
To any man that ever uttered
“girl without me you’re nothing”,
you’re lying to your ego
‘cus you lost my good Loving.
To any man that has ignored me
or acted like I was unseen,
I should’ve walked away sooner,
you weren’t fit for a queen.
To the men that see my Body,
my pure outline so refined,
my body is a scorcher
but the fire’s in my mind.
To the ones that bought me roses,
though I fought them tooth and grim,
Congratulations Fishy!
I just taught you how to swim!
To the ones that ever told me that my ideas were “sort of lacking”,
one day you’ll work for me
sorting mail and filing taxes.
To the ones that lost me good,
had me right within their arms,
remember I’m a goat
but I don’t lay down in the barn.
To the ones that made me smile,
or have brightened up my day,
I appreciate it kindly
but have nothing more to say.
To the ones that stood up,
and encouraged me to just be me,
you’ll be blessed and highly favored
from sea to shining sea.
To the ones that beat me down,
when I was already down enough,
I hope God strikes you abruptly
and shows you that you ain’t so tough.
To any man who’s had the pleasure
of my ethereal and godly presence,
but treated me as if I was nothing but a peasant,
you will Surely reap most what you surely did sow
when you see me with a King
and my big shiny bow.
To all genuine men coming far and wide,
more work on your loving and
less work on your pride.
For many losses will be mourned in this game we call life,
the most insufferable pains come from the loss of a wife.
F.B ♡
