Real Women Poem by Jerrell Frazier

i look at her everyday waiting
anticipating her every thought and move
playing her body like a chess game
sacrificing my rooks and pawns
but yet her heart barely responds
to the sound of the drum in my chest
like a painter critiquing the rest
the beautiful muse once painted
forgotten at its best.
fore it is not enough for her
the moon the stars the oblivion
can continue past the billions
for she cares only for time past the trillions
past the inf-int....

because she only wants time
she doesn't care if your smart n have money
you don't have to idolize her
you dont have shower with expensive gifts
fore she only wants your time with her
creating beautiful moments and children
she wants to grow old with you and
return to her creator with you.