She’s insecure, she takes things too far
Her voice is always on top she thinks she talks in hushes
She suffocates the whole room with her issues,
She complicates me.
By night she ridicules soft people, laughs at those who obey and thrive to be of honor,
And I don’t blame her, she had no idea, she knew only Rough Love.
In the morning, there is no peace to who she wakes up to,
Insults and noise for every living thing to know she’s up.
But I don’t blame her. The fake smile and cool performed personality, what a woman!
Two faced and tattooed in a godly image but she doesn’t discern that
The sun has told the moon about her. And the moon knows about all her 4 am secrets
Believe me. I don’t blame her, it’s all because of the rough love.
She acts coach on good life, luxury and peace, riches and love and all the counsels
I swear she won an Oscar the day she threatened her man to leave
She don’t know kids are watching sometimes, she forgets she raising women of tomorrow
Even though none of them has guts to hiss or wail.
She is a marriage counselor, I don’t understand this because I am part of it.
I bleed this truth from my hands because maybe the fingertips of patience have pressed so hard against my lips, they choked my voice out of me
My prayer goes to you tough woman of rough love, may you understand we see it
We feel it and it’s bitter and cold by the way.
You push us further away from you every time we think of how doubly you think and act
We are not safe and we could have been if this love was a woman’s magic touch
You could be fragile, you were born as pure as a dove
You got torn up by the hunger of vultures
You flew too far for all the wrong reasons and took regrettable paths
You came back with a change of feathers
Plucked out your own and forgot you are on monitor, you’re looked up to.
May you find rough love another nest to avoid?
Being missed is one thing but being lost is another.
I still don’t blame you, you think your intensity shouldn’t be tamed but
You need to apologize for renting some of us with unreal and temporary sweet love
Or so be it, rough love.
Call it rough African tough woman.
I just no longer find it relevant
I know Sweet women who listen
Grown women who blossom their kittens
Shade love and care yet so genuinely
They talk sense and portray it naturally
They are tough but respect they are feminine
Why you gon feed me with hate but there is so much innocence in a young girl longing to be loved.
How do I know how to love and not shout?
Argue without yelling?
Prove a point in a private manner?
Rough love? What does class even mean to you?
What about virtue?
You have no idea what legacy is.
Besides the acting awards, what else?
I long to see daughters of the nation learn how to ask your sons for forgiveness without changing their tones and suddenly be nice
And bring a material worth nothing more than the same mistakes we are bound to make over and over again,
Rough love, stop pulling my legs, you darken our icons!