Art: black love- ivey Gerald

Is it too Much to Ask Is it too much to ask that you stay home most nights That you not see you friends more than you see your wife Am I being absurd expecting a call when you’re late Just so that I might wrap up your dinner plate After I have cooked and I’ve cleaned, and the kids are asleep Is it too much to ask that sometimes you JUST hold me When I speak what I say and I say what I speak Is it really dense for me to think your listening On top of all that, can you please let me know Retaining what I say, is that a No-No? Is it too much to ask that you love me for me And not expect a woman from the 1950’s I know you work hard during the day at your job But is that an excuse to come home and be a slob I do the best that I can to upkeep your castle So when I ask for a little help, can there not be a hassle Is it completely insane for you to acknowledge my brain Realize my contributions, not call me out my name Is it at all possible, when I am feeling insecure That you not yell at me and instead reassure I swear that I love you, you are all I want to know From the top of your head to the tip of your toes I’d please you everyday if I thought it would work If I thought somehow I’d feel less like dirt I know my value and I know my worth It is me! Your woman! YOUR child I did birth If I am your queen then treat me a such For I am not one who thinks marriage means stuck I love you, I love you I’d say it a thousand times more If only you’d listen and stop stepping out that door No this is not all of you, this is my rant and my rave Just most of the reasons why I created this damned page I am reaching out, I am reaching out, can you feel me or not If I leave, If I am gone, will you be happy or will you be somewhere with your head in your hands finally appreciating what you had…

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