conversations with Angelia
Love is a word that is bandied about and as the old
people used to say,
Covers a multitude of sins,
I am not one to fall in love easily,
I am not all over a person, telling how much I love them,
Within minutes of meeting them,
Even as a teenaged girl, I didn’t fall gaa gaa,
Over nobody, just weird I guess,
But when I fell in love,
You best believe I was in love,
From the top of my curly head,
Down to my red toenails,
Ain’t nothing changed, when I loves you I loves you,
And you can consider yourself love,
I thank God that I have been so fortunate,
As to never be in love with a man that was not even,
Trying to love me,
I have seen that time and again,
Especially with my young sisters,
They are so in love,
It don’t matter if the man tells them he doesn’t love,
Them,
Or if he has six women and twelve babies,
And please don’t let him be foine and be able to dribble a
ball,
And spit a few verses,
Lord, have mercy on us all,
Everyday I pray fervently for these young sisters,
Asking for guidance for them and for them to channel
their energies,
Into being spiritual, smart and open to
GOOD LOVE,
And take my word for it,
If a young brother has got it going on like that,
They are at him in droves,
And please, please, please if he is married,
Or committed to another woman,
Don’t sit on the fence waiting and hoping your turn will
come,
Cause, you know what,
LOVE YOUSELF AND BE OPEN TO WHAT GOD HAS IN STORE FOR YOU!