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IM A HANDFUL

Poetry By: POETFORCHRIST
Romance


This poem is dedicated to those of us who are so self-centered and so self absorbed, that we allow our ego and our cultural prejudices toward one another, to set ourselves up for: "Pride Goeth Before A Fall"


Submitted:Sep 19, 2006    Reads: 191    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


''I'M A HANDFUL'' "OH MY GOD!", I WOKE UP SCREAMING
MY BODY SOAKED IN SWEAT
BOTH HANDS SHAKING...POUNDING, IN MY CHEST
IN MY NIGHTMARE, THERE SHE WAS, SHOUTING OUT
"I'M A HANDFUL"
AS SHE HAS SO MANY TIMES, EXPRESSED
WITH DEVILISH EYES AND ANGEL FACE
AND SKIN AS DARK AS NIGHT
SHE CAME TOWARD ME, WITH HER OUTSTRETCHED ARMS
I KNEW I WAS IN TROUBLE, I'D BEEN PLAYING WITH THE DEVIL
AND I'M OVERMATCHED AND CAN'T RESIST HER CHARMS
I TOLD YOU I'M A HANDFUL, WHEN I MET YOU, SHE WAS SAYING
I TOLD YOU I WAS WILD AND FULL OF GAME
YOU KNEW THAT I WAS GHETTO
FULL OF BABY DADDY DRAMA
I'M A MAVERICK, NOT SOME PONY, YOU CAN TAME
THIS AIN'T MY MESS, IT'S YOUR MESS
MISTER COLLEGE EDUCATED
YOUR EGO TOLD YOU, YOU COULD HANDLE ME
I TOLD YOU FROM THE GET GO
WHO I WAS AND WHAT I WAS
IT AIN'T MY FAULT, WHAT YOU THOUGHT, I WOULD BE
NOBODY PUT A GUN UP TO YOUR HEAD
WHEN YOU APPROACHED ME
YOU COULD'VE TURNED AND WALKED THE OTHER WAY
BUT YOU WERE SURE YOUR "BOOK" SMARTS
BEAT MY STREET SMARTS, DIDN'T YOU
IT SEEMS TO ME, WE BOTH HAD GAME TO PLAY
I SAW ME RUNNING, IN THIS NIGHTMARE
RUNNING, IN THE DARK
PRAYING, "LORD, I NEED A PLACE TO HIDE!"
'CAUSE SHE WAS FLOATING IN THE AIR
AND CLOSING ON ME FAST, SAYING
"COME ON BABY...DON'T YOU WANNA RIDE?"
WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE ME
ON THE WAY I LIVE MY LIFE
WHO ARE YOU TO SAY WHAT'S WRONG OR RIGHT
PEOPLE LIVING IN GLASS HOUSES
SHOULD NEVER PICK UP STONES
JUDGMENTS COME BACK AT YOU, IN THE LIGHT
WHERE WAS ALL YOUR JUDGMENT
CAUGHT ALL UP BETWEEN MY LEGS
SHARING IN MY PASSION AND MY HEAT
JUDGING ME, 'CAUSE I GOT SKILLS
AND YOU'RE INTIMIDATED
I GUESS THAT'S WHAT THEY MEAN, BY, BITTERSWEET
TOLD YOU I'M A HANDFUL, SHE SAID
AS I CON TEM PLATED
JUMPING FROM THE WINDOW, WHERE I STOOD
CAUGHT BETWEEN THE FEAR AND LUST
OF WHAT I KNEW SHE OFFERED
LORD I HAD IT BAD...AND THAT AIN'T GOOD
COME ON MISTER BIG SHOT, MISTER ALWAYS IN CONTROL
THIS AIN'T MY MESS, SO WHAT'S IT GONNA BE
THIS NIGHTMARE IS A WAKE UP CALL
DON'T BE SO QUICK TO JUDGE
OR YOU'LL BE MEETING...MORE HANDFULS, LIKE ME!
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