A Good Man Poem by Armand Miller

I loved you
Far greater than you ever
Because to be quite honest
I didn't know how to tell you
How can you tell the girl
That is stared at by many
That she is gorgeous
And not have it looked at as
A compliment so that he can hit
What's this mere boys heart
To a woman who has
Everything she could want
And anything she doesn't have
She puts in work until at it's hers at last

I realize now that
I missed my opportunity
Because at the time I was more concerned
About my understanding
Of my fathers viewing of me
He stated that I went with female dogs
And at the time, I felt true Irony
Because rumor has it that he lashed out when his mom
Said to him what he said to me
I thought "Oh so that what you think of me? "
And everything he called me
Whether it was good or bad
I used to feel I needed to be
Because it was spoken from my dad
Yet after becoming a hoe
And my interpretation of my father's words true
I saw that the one who was hurt the most
Was you
You saw a part of me
That was locked away
Never planned on it being
Once again, free
And you took it as how I cat truly
So you gave up on me

Years go by and
Now we're great friends
But I see it as
We're better than we were back then
The following day
Your douche boyfriend proposed
And you said yes
But with your mind not your soul
For true love is felt
Within your very essence and radiates off you
But… I hold my tongue
For as long as I can
Until I go in the brides chamber
And see the dress your in
Then I begin to beg and plead
Babe, please don't marry this clown.
There are so many more good men
On this planet that you could choose
Then she turns and slaps me in the face
Pointing at her ring with tears in her eyes, she says
"This was supposed to be you.
But you were too busy worrying about
Whose panties you could get into
And as far as good men
It's not that I wouldn't give them a chance
It's just that after you became a hoe
There weren't any left