I was working.
He was sleeping.
I was working.
He was sleeping.
At least that is what he wanted me to believe,
but I saw a woman go in, then leave.
She was at his place,
didn’t get to see her face.
He just wanted me for show,
but I turned into an evil foe.
He didn’t see me coming, or hear my voice,
I just wanted to know, “Who was Joyce?”
Then there was Tina, Faye, and Jenny,
and he tried to blame all them on the Henny.
Always up to no good,
another cheating black boy from the hood.
Nicholl McGuire
