Is gonna have to love me,
Just as much,
If not more,
Than I love myself.
Ain't gonna be no,
Giving up on,
Giving in to,
GIVING,
Without ever,
Receiving,
Anything.
When he looks at me,
He's gonna have to see what I see.
A beautiful black sister,
With eyes that elevate,
And emulate,
Endurance,
A smile so strong,
That I can laugh my way,
Through anything.
And body,
Well,
It be "The Bomb",
They say,
But mind be the bomb too,
And it be ticking,
Turning words into weapons,
That will help,
Rewrite this nation.
He's gonna have to
Feel what I feel,
When he moves inside of me.
A craving for
Commitment,
A desire,
For doing the right thing.
Ain't gonna be no,
Falling to sleep
On my feelings,
Or,
Sitting back and relaxing,
With his feet up on my heart,
Cause a sista's soul
Ain't no place to be taking a nap.
The next man that loves me,
Is gonna have to love me,
Like I love,
My children,
My creator,
Like I love,
My ancestors,
My people.
He's gonna have to love me,
Like I love myself,
And maybe,
Just a little bit more.
~Pat McLean
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