Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ I USED to be an angry Poet... ❯ Sorry, I Can't ( Chapter 13 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Sorry, I Can't

(`Just know what you're getting into with me—NOTHING')

by iloveanimecartoons

Original September 9, 1997

“Hey, sweet love—beautiful, big, black woman—come ova here, you're my type!” says a Tommy Hilfiger wearin', fine ass being, young black brother.

Much potential, visually; at first glance, looking independent financially

But, sorry, I can't come see ya, come be with ya,—sosorry, boo

“Come on, tell me your name, drop me those digits,” says the dude

“Young brother, let me tell you something good

I don't want a player, playboy, or boy from the hood

I don't want a man with success, with a villa

I don't want to seem stuck up, but, brother, you need to chill

a second, I reckon you haven't heard me—my chant willbe:

"You're fine, and, in time, you'll find true love; but, for now,

sorry—I can't. ”

“I hate to put a brother in a box and prejudge them

But, I've been through so much Sugar Honey Iced Tea

That's shit, brother, if you're not down with me

I've been let down and clowned and verbally abused

Had my feelings hurt constantlyand constantly, I've been used”

“But, that's not me—how you gonna prejudgea brotha?”

he says—Ireply, “I'm not looking for another

simply sweet on the outside, cruel on the in

And, damn, baby boy—I don't wannabe hurt again.

I've lost all adoration of men, old and young

But, brotha, I don't think you hearwhere I'm coming from”

His smile starts to fade as I bring him the pain

In my heart, mind and soul—almoststated in vain

Of how my heart has been stolen, wallet, ID andkeys

By brothers who haven't a clue what respect means

I don't want—I don't needa man paying rent

I don't evenwant sex—that'swhy I'm celebrant

I used to be so hurt

“Don't hurt me again” played on tapes by Slick Rick

And, man, I'm so sick of guys who think with their dicks

The wronghead.”

He nods like he's contemplating—can relateon what I've said

Then, his glance just plain 360'd like, “A'ight, shorty—let's go to bed

Let me ease your troubled heart with my 10-inch body part.”

Now myface is getting red

He has no idea what he's getting into with me

Not a mutha fuckin' thing; so, I break down, honestly

“Don't you heara Got Damn wordthat I said?!

Just realize that I have no more patience for sad, sorry, horny guys

A self-appointed selfish phase, I'm in

And, I'm quickto chastise any man who can't prize the strong woman there before him”

He starts to drift, concentration-wise, as if I'm there to bore him

So, I simply say, to dude, before I walk away

“Listen, little player—I'm no player hater

Just listen to what I state

Uh, you wanna know what you're gonna get from me—nothin'

I'mnot bluffin'

It's either myway or the highway—I hopeI've said enough

I know it sounds real selfish—I just toldyou `bout my phase

I hope you caught my message in my `Keep it real-type ways'

I'm a sista quick to diss anyguy who thinks I'mgonna get played

Oh, no, no, no, my brotha—please!

Heed my words, respect me, please

Don't kick that mental disease to me

Sickening to my head to my feet

To all the brothas, north, east, west and south

I don't wanna hear your diarrhea of the mouth

I just pinned you to a stereotype

No, that's notfair, but, hear me right

It's notjust you—I don't want anyman

I'mnot bluffin'

So, whatare you gonna get into with me?

NOTHIN'!