Preaching To the Choir

Some say men are like dogs
Pissing on posts
They go once
They go twice
Marking territory
Like time
Thinking that the spreading
Of their sperm
Will make them
Last Longer, live longer
Than the time
that days
Lend them
but women are a little different
Sexual conquests for a woman
Aren’t the same as a man
And men fall blindly into our power game
We just want to see
How far will you go?
How much will you do?
I just want to see…
How much you care about me
So will you…
cheat, leave your girl, pay my bills
The rules are simple
When love ain’t in it
Women just want to see what power they can hold
Or withhold like their pussy’s made of gold
But what value has gold if you don’t desire it
But gold diggers don’t realize that jewelry
Depreciates once it’s been worn
So all this worn pussy around me
Has to find other things to make it seem
Worthwhile and happy
When perhaps
It should have first been happy with itself
A Happy pussy attracts a happy dick
but misery loves company
So don’t blame me for what you
Perceive as scarcity
When in reality there’s more
Than enough to go around
Is it my fault that your faith ain’t strong
Because if you believed
You wouldn’t be trying to f*ck
Every marcus, kevin and dejuan in town
Oh, ye of little faith
Cast your net and leave it alone
Women must we attempt to bone
Every hard rock in every city
Can we find our integrity
Our honesty
But honestly,
Women ain’t sh*t
I know there’s five bitches
In this room trying to f*ck
My man
Spread their coochies around
Like sh*t hittin’ the fan
How does a real lady expect a Man
To be a Man when
The women ain’t doing their job
We should be the bullsh*t stoppers
The balance checkers
But we’re too busy trying
To be men
To relish in the power of Woman
True power is wielded quietly
So if a man wants to be
The Man
I say let em!
Its their turn to be accountable
I’ll happily sit back
Let them take back the burden
And be the creators they should be
Let them till the land
And be responsible for the decisions at hand
I’m tired of trying to be both he and she
Male and female
Ying and yang
I’m ready to share this power I claim
I’ll gladly be the consultant while the
World looks at him
For verification
My presence is simply needed
for the fortification
Of his words
And my loyalty speaks volumes
Although you may think me quiet
We confuse quiet with weak
But that’ll only make the room quiet when I speak
I may not say much
but some say
when I do its profound
Like andre 3K, I’m not extra extra, I’m complexly plain
But I’m so not jane
I’m strong enough to be the ying and the yang
But like my girl Jill scott, I’m not afraid to admit it
the fact is....
Yes, I can pay my own bills,
buy my own shoe collection and
Kill the spider above my bed, but I choose Him
He thinks I may not need Him
yet I desire the God in Him
and desires are what GOD placed in you
at conception
so how can anyone take what my GOD
gifted me?
That's blasphemy
I recognize when GOD's feeding me
his grain I digest
when at best the system
tries to make women go against it,
I mean--Him
divide and conquer our trinity
redefine our histories
and they want me to accept
my oppressors’ view of matrimony?


I understand that the controlling energy
Wants to separate the me from Him,
The fe from my male,
The rib that GOD gave me from Him;
But thats malevolent
so I am resilient
When defeat weakens and conquers your
Feminine pride
You hide it
But I ride it
Holding on to my womanly principles
Gives me power
I take it and stride it
It makes me stronger, wiser
Cause let’s be honest
Life is a perpetual test
Of your staying power
Your propensity to stick to your so called virtues
And while some of us choose not to choose
I am
Cause I can’t fail
I just express what
The test failed to evaluate
And there’s no measurement
Of me
Shoot, you should know
I don’t compete;
I love to see you be you
As I love to be me
When we are not afraid
to Be Free
So f*ck that male figure that
Attempted to destroy you
We must figure that he or it was
Only a figure of someone’s imagination
Cause a real man isn’t a figure
But a Statute, a Law of GOD’s reflection
And we must first learn
to seek and identify the God
To find the man
Unless we want our love wasted like quick sand
I don’t understand why
We have a problem with it
A feminist overstands the power of Woman
And I quietly proclaim it
In the beauty shops
Fitting rooms
Sorority meetings
In the kitchen
I have no set place
But I know my place
Which is no physical thing
Because wherever my man is
He is inadvertently spreading my views
If WE are one
And one, WE are
if He is my Man
WE shall speak in unity even when apart
So my presence is present
Wherever He goes, I goes
WE goes,
but I’m sure this You
Already knows,
Cause I’m preaching to the choir, right?