Situation #1: Mr. Pink Toes

Hello Class!                                                                                

My name is Mz-AM and welcome to "Situations".

Remember in this class you must be:
100% RAW, ORGANIZED, and FREE!

Now, here are the rules:
1. No holding back...
2. It is what it is...
3. Express it and let it go...
Any questions?

Class: No!

Mz-AM: Okay, first up is...Jennifer

Jennifer: Hello class, the piece I am sharing today is a letter to my ex.
Dear Mr. Pink Toes,
You’re beautiful when you sleep
I cant help to stare and think
How lucky I am
You’re all mine
Before God
We’ve cried
Took an oath
That would never die
Now I lay here
On top of you
Staring and thinking
How lucky I am
Each foot chained to the bed post
Each arm chained to the headboard
Naked
As my fingers approach the gun clip
Tick tick tick
BOOM
With the tip of the gun on your lips
My mind constantly trips
With thoughts of your trifling ass
Tick tick tick
BOOM
Wait
I’m daydreaming
Let’s not forget
I’m a lady
Thus I will keep this PG13
So you love those Pink Toes
I should’ve known
From the little gestures
Like
I love your hair longer
Because it flows with the wind
I love you smaller
As if my thickness was to much for you
Back then
As if I can wrap my arms around you twice
Was a nice compliment
As if comparing my body type
Is what I can look like
During morning jogs
Was motivation
As if agreeing to disagree
Is irrational
As if becoming your personal slave
Is submissive
As if a certain class of friends
Will remove past pain and fears
As if creating this world that doesn’t exits
Will put your heart to rest
I can go on
But Ill rather tell you
Where you went wrong
No, it was not your phone
No need to roam
Ms. Pink Toes
Came clean
After I found
A envelop addressed to me
I mean it did say
“To the love of my life”
Enclosed
Two tickets round trip
To Paris
Doing it big
I see
Attached was a letter
From Ms. Pink Toes
Congratulating you
On you’ll 5th year anniversary
Explaining the THREE kids
Will stay with family
While on vacation
To meet at the Airport
Around five tomorrow
Evidently this was a surprise
For you
Clearly
Because you never got the letter
Nor the tickets
However
I met Ms. Pink Toes at five
And told her my husband was no longer alive
You’re beautiful when you sleep
I can’t help to stare and think
How lucky I am
You’re all mine
Before God
We’ve cried
Took an oath
That would never die
Now I lay here
On top of you
Staring and thinking
How lucky I am
Each foot chained to the bed post
Each arm chained to the headboard
Naked
As my fingers approach the gun clip
Tick tick tick
BOOM
With the tip of the gun on your lips
My mind constantly trips
With thoughts of your trifling ass
Tick tick tick
BOOM
Wait
I’m NOT daydreaming