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Soft As a Butterfly

By Michael X Vincent


The Black Woman’s love like a rush when the water Rise

Top of the tide- we surf that to the shore Lines

Never uncertain or shaky, its a sure Ride

Tap into infinity, be wrapped up in her Energy

We fight, kill and die to protect her from her Enemies


If she don’t grow, there’s no hope for our Progeny

I made this mistake in the world, it wasn’t known to Me

It had to be shown to Me

The Sickness in Society

Got men gambling with women like the Lottery

Irresponsible and Immature- with no Apologies

The minds of women contain a complex Anatomy

To navigate it right I’m a need God backing Me

A fact no Flattery and with that said…….Why our Women in this CONDITION

I’m trippin it got me thinking

What this Society Missin

Clintchin my Fist-Tighten the Grip-My Teeth Grittin

What I’m looking at IS SICKNEN

… Got my head Spinnin

I break down and Cry cause I got my Heart in it


Have I taken Part in it???

Playing this enemies game, Women take A-lot in it

No GOOD GUYS in it……

Cause we don’t even see the Second Self of GOD in it

Need to take a Second Look

Put 2 pair of Eyes in it

Cause if they don’t get to RISE

If Women ain’t Liberated

If Women don’t come ALIVE

If Women are MINIMIZED

If Women ain’t EDIFIED

If Women ain’t better TREATED

If Women can’t never TEACH US

If the Pride of a Man higher than a set of BLEACHERS

So Clean So Fresh…..Like a pair of SNEAKERS

So self Righteous……Like a set of PREACHERS

If Women can never REACH US

If Women ain’t secured, protected for better REASONS

And Raised from the DEAD Like GOD DID JESUS!!!!!!

Its over…LEAVE it…….let it alone BEAVER.


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