Oh, You're Pissed?

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Beats-N-Rhymes

I use to love them

Equally.

(They) shared heart space

and abode in

equal shares of my devotion.

Inside both,

I placed my hopes and

those dreams they worked toward

with me.

Forming chapters of my history,

explored unfolding mysteries

in threesomes’ burning passions.

Fruit bearing interactions -

creative juices splashing

with fertility

to ripeness.

Until one produced a likeness

not my own.

What once was righteous

now was blown

all to hell.

A deep betrayal felt

within my bones.

I was compelled

to leave alone

that Jezebel.

Gave her share

unto the other.

Made it clear

I could not love a

infidel with changing colors

while her sister bore me art.

Sweet melodies

became a part

of all we did.

Be still my heart

that skipped

‘pon Jezebel’s return.

In a café on Fulton street

she spoke

of how much she had learned.

Showed me she had grown,

how maturity had burned

her conscience with

a true responsiveness

to our deep concerns.

Welcomed back into our fold

she filled a slightly different role -

putting words to the emotions

emanating from my soul

over rhythms her soul sister

and I lovingly composed.

Jezebel, was once rap lyrical

now Jezebel is my prose.

-HymnAgen

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