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Story behind htis post: I wrote this a while ago, but something in my last post made me think of how girlie I'm acting so I searched high and low for this poem to post it up here.

Black Magic
I'm so tired of the fact that
men who do not know me
have the power to change me
they're like wizards all of them
practicing witchcraft, crafting which way I will feel
seducing me with hypnosis
only to expose me standing naked in a public square
and it's not a dream
Get what I mean
I walk by minding my own business
when guy smiles
beautiful teeth and lips, warm eyes inviting me to smile back
just like that,
whatever was on my mind is banished
how dare he, intrude on my thoughts
making me giddy
and I get giddy
and I get girly
and I get silly
and just like that.
He's got me.
And I am such a stupid sucker for falling for it every time
Where do you learn this hypnosis?
Can I use this to get a bonus? A promotion, a raise, extra vacation days?
Can I get some of this magic to use around the house and office.
I mean dang... It's like simple words are magic words
Hello is secret passcode for "open sessa me"
and Open says he
so open says my heart,
open says my nose
yet that same open seems to seal my eyes closed.
Closed to the game,
the same ole same
the stuff I already know is gonna happen
It's like he diconnected the phone on my inner psychic
just by asking for 7 digits and 3 numbers for an area code.
But true to this magic...
his socrecy leave me sorely dangling over the edge...
God help him call quickly please!
Miraculously he does... and my heart sores again
Or maybe his power is too strong for my prayers
and oddly by the lack of his magic words
he slays my spirit
what kind of hexing is this
that I can move from love to hate... joy to distraughtment in less than 24 hours and 2 minutes
It's like his spell has a time limit...
It falls apart if he breaks the rules.
There was too much distance between the last enchanting words and the next
and the sirens sounds
and the clock strikes Midnight
and his magic words have to turned to poisonous apples...
and I'm left holding rotted cores
prince charming is now where to be found and I standing face to face wrapped in a less than passionate embrace of some pumpkin headed negro
wondering
who the hell was that stranger - and what the heck happened to me over the last two days.
When the magic wears off
and the change has changed again
And I want to know
how can a black woman be up on
That black man's magic
cause that is some powerful ish!