Our Type of Love

The type of love we have,
It isn’t Indian Love,
No Karma Sutra Love,
Our Love…

Waking up from a nightmare love,
My woman wraps her arms around me,
Feels me shaking, cold, and whispering,
Afraid of what stands before me,
Keeps repeating nothing stands before us,
My wife protects me from assailants,
Both physical as well as metaphysical,
Spiritual as well as sensual,

Beautiful both inside and out,
Strong enough to face winter storms,
Without any armor,
Face to face with the Roman Empire,
She’ll kill every single one of them,
If it means I wouldn’t suffer,
Any longer,
From all these ailments,

Doesn’t matter how beautiful the stranger is,
Where she comes from,
Or how sweet she speaks,
My woman protects me from Satan’s poison,
I got Xena Warrior Princess,
Protecting me from hoes and thots,

The type of love we have,
It isn’t Indian Love,
No Karma Sutra Love,
Our Love…

Thank You Letter To My Wife

Going through rehab without a lover,
Hmm…
Similar to DMX pretending to be clean,
Even though he’s using everyday,

Everyday is God awful,
But it is possible,
To smile even though,
The pain far outweighs the sunshine,

It is because of her,
My Bonnie, My Queen,
My One and Only,
She never gives up,

Without her I would be drowning in my own sorrow,
Unable to get up in the morning,
Relinquish all my rights,
Invite death into my bedroom,

Honestly though…
She keeps everything hood,
Everything straight,
Everything 100,

When I am tired and can’t work,
She explains paraplegics are winning Olympic games,
Families are being kicked out of their homes,
Foreclosures served on a daily basis,

Without doubt, she’s my diamond,
I wouldn’t say I found her in the rough,
Rather I found her sitting on top of a throne,
She picked me out of a crowd full of jokers,

This isn’t a story, it isn’t make-believe,
She’s got brown skin and a heart of gold,
Caramel thighs,
Melanin, pigmentation, gotta’ clench my thirst,

Such a poem, is a thank you poem,
It is meant as a form of worship,
Thank you; dear wife,
For not leaving me; you had so many chances,