Welcome To The Game

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    I want to dedicate this poem to all my strong sistahs out their who has been holding it down on the outside cause you got a man doing a bid on the inside. Sometimes we give so much of ourselves that we don't have anything left for ourselves so make sure that the man you give your undying love to has bulletproof love for you too. Because this right here, this could be you..................................

    Welcome To The Game

    Dude caught a case and is doing a five year bid in the bin
    he was conveniently introduced to you by a friend of a friend
    the two of you exchange letters, cards and lots of conversation over the next coupla weeks.  But more importantly, he tells you your the one he seeks.

    The next coupla weeks you constantly find yourself ending the conversation with,"babe, i cant make it this week either"
    you hear his whole demeanor change as he lets out a sigh!
    and you conveniently start thinking of ways to make that long trip upstate as you say goodbye.

    After the long bus ride you finally meet your stallion face to face and he is everything you imagined everything you dreamed of just Gods gift to the human race.

    His body is cut like a perfectly carved sculpture and your eyes are popping out of your head as if you wish to devour him as if you were a vulture.  He tells you everything you want to hear, his words are singing you the perfect song and you convince your self this is the man you've been dreaming about all along.

    He tells you your his girl and when he gets out in a year, your the only one he will ever need, the only one he'll keep near.  And you believe every word he says and to prove your loyalty to him you take your rent money to put on his books and lets not talk about the collect calls. But you say he's my man hes' worth it all.

    Two weeks later you receive a letter in the mail addressed to a Tiesha Smith you were just about to give it back to the mailman until you realized if was from your man Mr. It.  You opened up the envelope and carefully read its contents only to find that you are not the only one he calls his shorty or his boo, nor are you the only one visiting and sending money too. 

    The next coupla days you wait anxiously for your man to call to appologize or better yet just explain.  But he's already aware of the huge mistake he made so the only thing he can say is, WELCOME TO THE GAME.

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    themommyof2 commented on Welcome To The Game

    12-07-2009

    That is so sad. And you wonder how many women were on his list of people to use. Some lessons are hard to learn, but learn them we must.

    LBoogie

    12/09/2009

    very true

    AR commented on Welcome To The Game

    11-16-2009

    I also worked in the prison system and some of the correctional officers got manipulated by some of the inmates as well. Ladies we need to recognize Game

    Kdaddy commented on Welcome To The Game

    11-14-2009

    After working in the prison system as a caseworker. I can relate very much to this poem. I even received calls from women asking if I knew if their Mr. It was writing to someone else! You hit the nail on the head with this one. It is so true, a game they play to get money sent in so they can buy stuff to gamble with. Good write.

    LBoogie

    11/15/2009

    I know I'm messing up the game with this one but i have to empower my sistah's you know what i mean? thanks for the comment

    cherrymccloud commented on Welcome To The Game

    11-08-2009

    OOuch ! Next time. if there is a next time....hear it all and take it all in,,,the clincher comes when he gets out of the bin. For me brothers can say what they want BUT must walk the walk. I have no time for brothers with their "midas touch" sounding-so-good-, whisper in your ear "sweet nothing" talks. Stay focuses. Ahead of the game.

    LBoogie

    11/08/2009

    true that, but most are not as smart as us mommy so I need to empower my sistah's you feel me

    koolmom0 commented on Welcome To The Game

    10-30-2009

    WOW!!!! You deserve better honey. This is an awesome write. Koolmom

    LBoogie

    11/08/2009

    But so true, This poem wasnt about me but it was about women I know so it was close to me

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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