Second Best - Poem by Judy Hill
You told me when you got out, that
you were looking for me,
And that with me is where you wanted
You told me you were with my ex
So how could you want to be my
You said you weren’t happy and
she is there, because she cares about
But really nigga I think you care about
I don’t play second best to no female,
Any nigga that want me to be that
can go straight to hell.
At first I wanted you to choose,
but now this game you playing, you loose.
I don’t want you and that’s, that.
You might as well stay where you at.
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