I’ve never seen someone’s comments longer than the actual posts. Keep doin’ what you’re doin’, R. Love you long time.

G - glad things are more at peace. Let the healing begin. I hope the remainder of your trip to the great down-under brings you sunshine and lollipops… with the occasional blowjob.

Subject: Wife Woman Friend
Def Poetry Jam
Wife Woman Friend - Part 1 By Dana Gilmore

I guess I should not be surprised that my beginning was his end.

After all, we were just friends.

Although in my world I was his girl. So in my mind I pretended to be his wife Saying sh*t like, “there’s only so
many years in a woman’s life”

Right, so I gave him three Yet he had the audacity to step to me on this Donnell Jones “I don’t know where I wanna
be” type sh*t.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He hit me with the forehead kiss.

He told me life was a journey and he was ready to explore this sh*t

And I was pissed I start pullin’ out Tupac hits telling me to keep my head up and R. Kelly picks about when a woman’s fed up,

Cause I was down with him for so long, that I didn’t think I could get up.

Till one day I got tired of sleeping on! pillows
my tears had wet up and Realized that life goes on

And no he didn’t choose! me and that doesn’t make him right nor wrong

And just because he was the epitome of my life that doesn’t make me wrong nor right

Like I said I was his friend and not his wife And I should’ve acted within that capacity

And then this breakup would’ve been “just one of them things” And not a f**king tragedy

And all the time I spent mad at him I should’ve been mad at me

After all I was the one that gave him the key to my house

Let him hang clothes in my closet just in case we go out

Washing all his dirty clothes to make a “full load”

And let him finish all the leftovers just so the food don’t go old

For the times that we raw-dogged just cause he “lost all the rubbers”

And though I showed him more support than his father, brother, sister, and mother

And just ’cause those same people dial my number when they’re trying to stay in touch

And he received mail at my address “cause he sleeps here so much”

Got total control of the remote control to the TV, DVD, and radio

And even though his name is not on my lease got sh*t in my house that
is off limits to me

Like his side of my bed
and his stash of weed

And I better not touch his shoebox, Fruit Loops, mouthwash or toothbrush

He even had his own set of towels

But none of this obligates him to me because not once did we exchange vows

And If I knew then, what I know now, I probably would’ve listened

When he said it was some sh*t that he needed to get out his system

But I was too busy bitchin’, jumpin’ bad like I was gonna hit him

And in the back of my mind all I could fathom was how much I was gonna miss him

And just because I’m cryin’ don’t mean I’m the victim

It’s just that I was too scared to let him go ’cause some other chick might get him

And that was my fault! , it was my decision

I should’ve never put my heart in my mind’s position

But I couldn’t shake him-he was like a bad habit

And all this for a nigga that was just average, doing average nigga sh*t

Like talking out the side of his neck and thinking with his d*ck

But, I must admit he’s the one I wanted to commit to

Either I wasn’t living up to my potential, or I was just the average chick

But I chose to believe that I was a woman caught up in a feeling

Both physical and emotional, who was way too willing to give her all to a man

And though it may sound stupid I would do it all again

Just next time for my husband and not a nigga I call my friend.

I guess you can find some of those in the libraries but you’ve got a better shot in the Star. Just don’t pay for it……… too much.