ATIBA OXLEY POETRY

When it’s cold,
She keeps me warm.
She clears my mind,
When bad thoughts form.
She’s there for me,
Through good times and bad.
She cheers me up,
Anytime I feel sad.
She’s so beautiful,
Even as a mixed child.
Many try to fight her down,
Saying she’s too wild.
Her sound is sometimes upbeat,
Or it could be groovy.
Always having a great time,
And never too moody.
I’ve loved her since I was born,
And will never stop.
But she need more respect,
To take her to the top.

She’s called Soca

The things I’m a do to you.
Got your face all bent and screwed.
I push it deeper inside,
Expressions on your face can’t hide.
Last week were on the phone flirting.
Tonight I got you in bed squirting.
Whether on your back or from the back,
I’m brining the energy and talking smack.
Forget about your past I’m your best.
Even though you cum, ain’t no time to rest.

Booty tight,
Leggings fit just right.
Attitude fire,
Motivated to the wire.
Boston to Florida and then back.
Chocolate but she ain’t a snack.
She want it all,
And won’t let her standards fall.
She ain’t chasing a ring,
But she’s rolling with the King.

My dream was to ride in a ghost,
Now all I got is the spirit of my exes.
Forgetting to chase wealth,
I brought this all on myself.
From having girls wanting to cheat on their boyfriends with me,
To having my girls cheating on me with their other boyfriends.
Chasing girls that loo like designer models,
And those name after designer.
Trying to feel fulfilled in thoughts of bliss,
To feeling empty when the tank’s dried out.
Loss of funds and broken hearts,
When all I needed to do was maintain the chase.
Chase of money and wealth.
Sprinting, forgetting this is a marathon.
Things that come easy are not worth maintaining,
That’s why the easier the girls come the harder I fall.
No more of the women asking for Louis, Fendi, or my ex,
But those that want to build and maintain a foundation.
My house will be built on a rock and not sand.

I want to say that I’m sorry,
Thing last I said caused pain and worry.
I love your daughter,
I doubt you’ll tell her.
I doubt she’ll want to come back.
Odds against me, stacked.
I just want to love you first born,
Like misery love countries war torned.
Thoughts of moving on and changing my number,
Dodging questions of if I still love her.
The answer is clear and plain to see,
But does she still want me?
Do the kids trust and accept me?
Take this as my apology.
I don’t expect things to be in my favor,
Not with my past behavior .

In this world,
Which is at war,
The meek suffers,
And left without a choice or,
Even a chance to succeed.
Life is hard enough,
As it is right now.
Every day is tough.
Every decision is life or death.

Driving down the highway, I’m speedin
Mind not on the road, I’m thinkin
About what happened that caused our downfall.
Many nights I spent crying, I bawled.
The pain inside making me feel defeated.
Toxic mentality I had to release it.
I hurt your feelings with my words, cuts deepen.
Now I’ve really lost you and I’m weepin.
Memories that are left is like our swan song,
Emptiness reminds me that Birdie’s gone

My dear, I give my heart to you.
What is old becomes new.
Undying trust with love.
We fit tighter than OJ’s glove.
Old hurt becomes new joy,
Hidden feelings and acting coy.
Overcome you old fears,
And wipe away old tears.
Long work hours,
Followed by hot showers.
What you feel is real,
Just like a home cooked meal.
You can longer hide from what’s true,
In spiritual matrimony with you.

My bed has memories that I’m fond of,
And knows about moments I’m not proud of.
My bed has held my tears,
And knows my fears.
My bed is there when I’m awake at night,
When my conscience chooses to fight.
My bed is my confidant,
My bed knows my love for “A’s” is redundant.
My bed knows why my carpal tunnel acts up.
My bed knows that when I start, I don’t stop.
My bed knows the type of savage I am,
My bed has been witness to the wickedest slam.
My bed will be there to the end.
My bed is my best friend.

I know my worth.
I will no longer be treated like dirt.
Don’t ask me for money.
I’m leaving if things feel funny.
For too long I’ve let things slide.
Light shining and nothing to hide.
Do what you want to do.
I’ll move on to someone new.
I don’t have time to get my feelings hurt.
I’ve said it earlier, I know my worth.