In every scandalous way, I’d like to be an unf***er…
No more cold hearted paranoia,
And yelling at people for telling me to stop
Being so stubborn.
I lock horns against my interlocutors,
And this is not real anger which
Often sweeps me away.
It is more like a challenge, a verbal
Or acrobatic feat.
But everyone leaves feeling enraged.
I just like to lyrically play sometimes.
So, I want to Unf**k this situation,
No more torturous need for retaliation
No more arrogant boasting to naysayers.
Why prove it?
If I have gifts, it’s better if I just use them.
So, please forgive me for being so robust,
So boundary-less that I storm like a bull–
A Red Bull in the ring,
The red flag can be the slightest
Dissent in opinion.
How indecent, Shafiqah!
I have faith in you, you can unf**k
Anything you’ve F**ked, but not anyone
When that becomes possible, somebody
Post an update ASAP.
I wish I was an Unf**ker—poof
No more records of the worst lover,
Who was hater after all?
No more regret about being so aggressive,
Unfeminine in design.
I like to make all the choices, thus I F**k
It up usually.
So, maybe I can learn to recede like a storm
Who is tired of tearing roofs from houses
And uprooting 100 year old trees.
Maybe I can spend the next 100 years if so
Blessed to live long enough– in solitude;
Unf**king all the people I have detonated
With my slashing diatribes and rants.
Maybe I can brush the F**kery from my pants,
With a lint roller and brush the F**kedupness
From my thick hair.
Maybe I can remember to care…
For those I vowed not to care for anymore.
I don’t have to resume those bad relationships,
Those of blood, kin, friend, or men.
I just have to care enough to forgive myself and start
Forgiving them so I can Unf**k my own spirit.
*Thanks Bruce R.