Use to talk about you
all the time with my homegirls.
How cute you looked whenever I saw you.
That smile that makes the girls hearts beat fast.
and makes them flock to you
like flies to honey.
You love and long for that attention.
But baby that is something
I just can't give you.
I refuse to be part of your flock.
Waiting in line to shower you with
unlimited kisses, behind some other groupie.
I refuse to be one of the ones
constantly complimenting you.
Telling you how perfect you are
to this world.
You are something special
I will admit.
But you need to realize
I am not on your shit.
And until you come to your senses
and realize that it ain't only about you
in this universe.
I will admire you from a distance.
And ponder what could be, but may not.
I will survive with or without you.
Because, in my world, I come first.
(c) 1983 Trina Slade