Why doesn't my man understand me?
Is it because of my versatile ways,
Or is it the way that I give myself to
Him that makes him want to praise?

My thoughts, my mind, my own individuality,
His spirit, my pride, I strive to survive
My complex ways that make him think twice.


But just my compliments and then criticism is what
Makes him precise
Of me and how I am and can eventually be
Or the changes that I want to make for
Us to relate.

But when I think we have united as one,
Corruption slanders our entire world.
Interruption tries to lay in the destiny
Of our love.

With me being the intelligent Afro- American
Queen that I was born and renowned to be,
I sort and think through those dilemmas that
Were put before me.

Why doesn't my man understand me?
I really don't meditate on
it much any more.
Because I have my King beside me.
And he has me to relate with and to console.

Zephra Nesbitt