[a poem prompted by the MTTM line of "Men are the new women" and a conversation with kellee]
have men and women switched roles?
i ask myself as i take a mental poll
why do i always feel like i'm in control?
isnt the man supposed to be head of household?
why do i have to approach him...
when i am what HE wants?
and the fortune that he flaunts
is reminiscent of a church lady’s hat
a sorry attempt to distract
the inadequacies beneath all that.
Its called gossip girls, not gossip men
But you kiss and you tell and you trade and then
Have the nerve to get mad at your girl-stealing friend
reenact what you tivo-ed on oxygen
takes notes on the game as i watch FSN.
Last time I checked u weren’t a white chick
if it's not your wayan, you throwin a bitch fit
When you pee, do you wonder “do I stand or I sit?”
is your name Bridget Jones, cuz you blog to talk shit...
A real diva's dialect, but I digress
It’s hard to wear the pants AND a freak um dress
But it’s not about who’s good, better, or best.
It’s not a competition, more like a complication
When the separation of sex begins to be blurred
should we go back to the way it was....
or has the new age become the new way?
discuss.
til we blog again,
[eduardo's not the first man to run from me] bo$$lady