Get On! ! ! ! Poem by Crystal Tutson

How many times must I ask you to cuddle and stay?
You might not know it but your rejection is pushing me away.

Right into the arms of another man who will treat me right.
One who will love me, hold me, and tell me there's no one more beautiful in his sight.

I don't get it when I should be all you need.
Help me figure this out because I need a breath to breathe.

I try to hold on and act like I don't care,
and in all of this you are never there.

You are tired and I need to realize the fact.
Get out of my life, look, step back, you're wack.

You'll never find another woman like me.
So if you don't love me than my brotha you're free.

I don't want to keep a man who don't want to be kept.
But you best believe that in the long run you'll need my help.

So take your sorry, weak, no good a** on,
I'm a black sista I was made to be strong.

I'll make it don't you think I won't boy,
Get out of my life, I'm a woman not a toy.