Window Seat
Sitting here feeling outta sorts. Here I go again. Damn, I can't keep this shit up. The lyrics to Erykah Badu's Window Seat is drowning my cerebellum. Brothas just sit back and listen. After listening to the lyrics of Window Seat "It" became so painfully clear to me that I have been let down and disappointed by another one of my Black Kings.
After the hurt and pain, I need to remove myself and purchase a ticket to "Anywhere" with a window seat. A window seat to see my past, my present, and my future. The pain is too excruciating to share with anyone. I bore your children, I bare the humiliation of your infidelity (you cheating ass mother fucker), I work two jobs to ensure financial stability, I stand in defiance at the mere thought that you have been disrespected or wronged, I rejoice in your triumphant moments, I cry with you (my tears flow longer and harder and my shoulders hang lower than yours for all your disappointments), I search the classifieds to help with your mission to secure employment, I endure the absence of your touch, your strength, your smell, your smile, your manhood, your dick, your caress, your outspokenness. I miss you.
Once I get to my destination, I need you to miss me, I need you to come looking for me, I need your attention, I need your approval, I need your affection, but most of all, I need you to say come back. See brothas our basic needs are so primal. I NEED you to NEED me. Please need me. I recognize and realize that I need you but, the void is your unwillingness or inability to need me. I am a nurturer, a provider, my hips are created to be wide to balance and distribute the weight of our love ones.
I come humble and submissive to you. Are my needs too much for you to fulfil? Can we travel down this road together and share this window seat?
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