Uptight Pum-Pum

MAN

she won’t fuck me but she’ll fuck herself

her thoughts aren’t of love but of taking over wealth

saying they’re all different but want one thing

so she holds them at bay

in the hopes that she’ll get more

more time, more attention

more respect than you give to that woman you call a whore

that’s what you call them

when the chase has ended and your lust is sated

or that’s why you don’t call them

when they’ve become another conquest

so she refuses to be seen as such

you have to come with something

a dinner date, weekend trip, or a shopping day along the strip

WOMAN

he won’t fuck me but he’ll fuck himself

his thoughts aren’t of  love but keeping his thumb on head and bread

loving marginally

content in living substandardly

he clipped his wings

i knotted my ribbony things

paranoid of an imagined powerlessness

he refuses me out of pride

i stand resolutely despite of

don’t touch!

don’t brush!

he so selfish — me so selfless

we are now even

MAN

please her? how?

love her? why?

WOMAN

here we are once again

going nowhere

you circling

me circling you

we circling each other

round and round we go

up and down circling

zigzagging circling

running backwards circling

crying under pillows circling

dressing  in the dark circling

barely eating breakfast circling

screaming in traffic circling

slamming doors circling

with our suitcases in hand circling

waiting for separate planes circling

here we go leaving again circling

we both growing yet breaking apart circling

walking away promising this would be the very last time circling

out of breath and at the brink of death

we make an epic dash forwards

you went to the extreme left

i stayed to my extreme right

there is no use pleasing you

so tired of aimlessly spinning

see baby i don’t ask for much

all i really need is very little

a teeny piece of “i love you” will suffice

but both you and i know

that the time has  come to circle a new other

MAN

the only circling taking place is the mystification in our minds

aimlessly spinning because we don’t justify our time

a teeny piece to you opens up a box of obligations

an insincere “i love you baby” makes me the cause for your frustrations

you’d rather hear a lie than let us grow into truth

so continue circling with another; i wonder what’ll be the next excuse

Written by MAN (Byron Simmons) & WOMAN (Yanique Norman)

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