Girl, you got to understand
You got no place between me and my man.
Even God won't touch this,
So you best fear my wrath cuz I am pissed!
A woman lying in my bed
Had best wish that she was dead.
Them who God has joined together, you best leave alone
Befo' you find yourself six-feet under - dead and gone.
Don't step to me cuz I don't play.
Go ahead, drop down on yo' knees and pray.
You just best get out my way
Or we will come to terms today.
It's not yo' place to interfere with what husband and wife have got to say.
Because the two are one.
He can talk like a fool if he wants to, but befo' my work is even begun,
You best get to steppin' and disappear.
Just get yo' ass up outta here!
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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