Talk Your Junk Poem by Tameeka Smith

It has often been said
That silence speaks volumes
Apparently this saying doesn't
Apply to you obviously
Hey it's fine with me
It's cool
Do what you do
Speak by all means
Talk your junk
It is quite alright
I respect you
And that is the bottom line
Also for the millionth time
I am very attracted to you
What else do I have to do
Never mind that I am
A good wholesome Christian woman
Who shared her freaky side
Showed you my lady parts
Talked to you heart to heart
But nooooooooooo
That's not enough
It's you got to show me boo
I ain't bending over backwards
For no female
I ain't that flexible
My question to you is
Are you sure
Cause it has been a minute
For me
And I don't need
A man complaining
Making love in not
In none of my sentences
No commitments
If you think that is
On my mind forget it
Cause I am taking a man down
No not like Chris Brown
More like a animal
That has been wounded
There will be missed
Appointments and meetings
Oh and lets not forget work
Please I hope that you have
Sick leave
So talk your junk
So can I
And guess what
I can back it up
The checks I write
There are not one bounced
One in sight
Yeah you may have youth
On your side
But I have been abstinent
Going on four years
And I am in
My prime
So you decide
Do you really want
Our two worlds
To collide
Yes I said collide
Coming together violent
Ready to be treated
Like I am on
Punishment
So treat me like
I have been acting up
Do not look at me like that
I am a closet freak
I told you that
If you are going
To judge me
Or look at me differently
For being a human being
Then perhaps
You are not what I need
Well I have said
Quite enough
Maybe too much
But gone on
Talk your junk
Just remember I can
Back mines up! ! ! ! !