Pharaoh-Moans...

By: Osage Dior

Alone…
I walked in…
Not expecting to see you…
I…
Sitting quite casually…
Nothing extravagant…
Just me…
In…
A black shirt, skinny jeans, and some shiny Steve Madden heels,
Hair in some created on the spot,
Whatever bobby pin would hold for my wayward natural hair…
I heard poetry…
Kanye West lyrics through the speakers…
Sipping cranberry juice in the beginning…
Because I don’t drink…
Having a wonderful time…
All by myself…
Leaving the door to a happy evening…
A bold evening…
To say…I don’t need to have a crew to be happy…
Becoming reacquainted to the awkwardness of my social ability…

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Then I saw you…

Hey King…
You look like you want to conversate…
Follow fate…
Mentally masturabate…
So that we can stay up late…
To create…
 An idea…
D’Angelou, how does it feel…
Pop that ecstasy pill…
You are real…
Not the mirage still…
Picture of him that gives me chills…
I feel like I am 12 again,
Learning how to rhyme with an inconsistent pen,
I will sip your tonic and gin,
If you would be my midnight friend…
Let’s unleash the possibilities…
Let’s get silly…
Let’s open the door to explore and idulge in more…
Breath-taken away…
By your settle gaze…

You sprayed me…
Dread lock-rasta…
Conscious Brotha…
Pushing me Furtha…

You Sprayed me…
Dread-lock rasta…
Conscious Brotha…
Pushing me Furtha…

You sprayed me…
Dread-lock rasta…
Conscious Brotha…
Pushing me Furtha…
With your Pharaoh-Moans…

And you invited me…
To get to know you…
“Hey, sweetie don’t cha wanna go?”…
I simply said “no”…
Your Pharaoh-Moans did not make me forget…
I didn’t have my queenly chariot to carry me back home…
And under your potent toxicity…
I would have fell and slipped on that dick…
Opps…I said it…
So…I will have to be content…
Like a lioness in the night…
Searching for her man with a sniff of her nose…
And sway of her back…
To say…
“Mr. Pharaoh-Moans, Dam…you smelled good last night…!” ©NEEMA