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The Woman We Missed...

This is for the lady we all missed because we were too busy looking at the ones who would allow us to use and abuse them and had no clue the power they were given from birth.


You were the quiet one in class, no contacts just glass
Wore the jeans that fit and never skirts that showed ya ass
Had class, never talked loud or let the cleavage hang low
Your girls got out of hand but you always stayed though
Never flame throwed or hated on your hoochie friends
Who got all the men but could never keep them in
Depends on the light, your eye color or your skin tone
You never stayed late, always the first to get home
Respected yourself, martinis, cute she only sipped these
Never took shots in public, not lady-like to be tipsy
We just never seemed to notice you, the bold in you
How you entered a room and then floated boo
Totally looked over you, how you kept ya grades steady
And never played yourself, kept your gifts new & ready
For one of those kings to pay you proper respect
Always the first to object to masculine disrespect
Didn’t know you were blessed and such a jewel to have
Letting you slide by cuz we could have your friend’s ass
In the background with silence, so beautiful we missed her
Always the one with her face not in front on the picture
The quiet lady who graduated in three or four years
Went straight to grad school and a good job, unlike her peers
She had confidence, our weak game she’d never buy it
Could see right into our souls like a talented psychic
We knew she was fire, but oddly we’d let her slide by
Guess we liked the gutter, too ashamed to go high
All the quiet wonders that never compromised or settled for less
Maybe we men will get a second chance to see you on our quest

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