Bitter - Poem by Crystal Tutson
An endless circle of let downs and defeats
The ways of your actions are beating up on me
My mind is telling me to run away and hide
But my heart stops me and reminds me of the passion inside.
Each day is different; each side shows me something new.
But when will I actually see what’s really you?
I apologize that this ride doesn’t have many loops, turns, and tricks
It’s simply controlled by my heart and not just mere joysticks.
And unfortunately you didn’t make the ventriloquist of the year award
You simply caught me with my emotions off guard
And no the Milton Bros wasn’t soliciting a new game or creator
It would have failed at the first stage as “worst Stimulator”
Who informed you that what you do is so great?
It is because I let out a scream and the cream came late; let’s debate!
How you switched it when you need a good nut!
The feeling was so good it came from the uttermost part of your gut.
But when you don’t need one it’s hard to get a word.
This is my experience not something I overheard.
Am I bitter? I just might be.
Because the ni**as I let in were unworthy of my peach-tree.
Am I bitter? You doggone skippy I am son! !
But what goes around comes around and it’s no longer fun when the rabbit has the gun
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