A Valentine's Day Poem

I have to admit, I'm a sucker for pretty eyes and a pretty smile

But I'm a mess for a beautiful spirit

The total package and your sometimes wild side

Enhances the attraction

Yeah, I like my ladies a little feisty.

Crazy even.

I'm talking leaving bricks through windows

Because I was on the phone with my momma too long

I'm talking sleeping with one eye open

Because she jokingly said

She would cut ya balls off pa'tna, and

You know she doesn't play

I need to know you love me.

Write me a "love letter" out of newspaper clippings

That make me feel on top of the world, but also

Watch my back because

I don't know which hedge you will jump from behind

Girl you are fine,

The type of fine that makes heroine

Sound like a really good idea,

The kind of fine that makes you

Steal another poet's lines... Twice

Make me a believer,

A believer that my health would be in serious jeopardy

If I even thought about opening the door

For an old lady to pass through,

A believer that I best not pretend to ask the waitress

For another glass of water

Or find myself missing

And I know you cursed out my sister

Because you thought she was trying to get in my car

When I was just giving her a ride home.

But that's the type of love you give me

That real love,

That something I can feel love

Even if it is a knife to the arm

Or a frying pan to the back.

So baby don't worry,

I got your back

And that little three to five year bid

For "keeping it real" won't break us

Because I'm pretty sure

That no matter where I go

You'd find me...

And that kind of scares me

So I'll be there every visitation Saturday

Flowers in one hand, a shank in the other

Cause I wish a mother fucker would

Try to break up this good thing we have