Spoken Word Poem by tyrone allen

So sweet with a nice personality.

I can not have her though, this is where i face reality.

If you have no melody when you speak, or the swag that first hit her eyes, a blue-ish color that make you want to die.

How can i explain the female nature. Taken in by money, not knowing the chart.

That twenty percent, cry in the dark. while the others lose their heart.

Some just want a bad boy, who fit the script.

Drug dealer, tough guy, i'am sorry this man will not be this.

i'am not afraid to protect a girl, i can hold my own.

Some choose quickly just so they won't be alone. And risk

getting hurt and hearing the same song.