Poem #1

Do for love

Tupac made me a romantic. I remember staring at photographs of him in books and reading his letters and poems he wrote to multiple women while he was in jail. A boy in middle school gifted me his greatest hits album  All through highschool and college he was the background on my phone. At 19 I wanted him to be my baby daddy. Daydreamed it was me and not Janet that he looked at in poetic justice. Had me wanting a man to write me love letters and poems and shit. Had me wanting a man going crazy over perfume sprayed paper. Now at 27 I realize he was writing love letters to multiple women in jail and it sounds less romantic. 

Guess I like them wishy 

washy 

Gemini men 

real player like- 

smooth as butter – 

scotch between my teeth 

type of men. 

The ones that can talk ya into having a baby with them with no car no house and no money. Sleeping on your couch and eating your food. Tupac made me love golds and little hoop earrings. Made me love structured jawlines and dark skin. He made me a girl from the suburbs like them street like men with commitment issues and trust issues and momma issues. Had me wanting to save them all. To save all the Tupacs of the world from the world. Had me thinking I was superwoman with the strength of devotion. Yearning for spells and a mansion with rooms to hold them all. Captain save a – but call me captain save a man that don’t wanna be loved. 

*** early early draft***

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