“How Come” by Kim Fields

HOW COME I’M STILL SINGLE?!!!
Well maybe its not you its them,
maybe they’re scared,
maybe their intimidated maybe they’re gunshot,
maybe I’m tired of them bullshit crutches,
weak ass excuses but to scared to grab a gun and fire
HOW COME?
I can cook my ass off talk cars, sports, politics, wax it with passion yo and still single
not perfect,
not to good to be true,
but I work my ass off do my best to be the shit for my nigga,
will cook catfish ass naked in high heels,
suck and fuck like a champ,
give them fever,
HOW COME?
“Oh well baby you to good for me”
“Uh baby I don’t deserve you”
Don’t settle for that come up
step up,
HOW COME?
You respond with
“You tryna change me”
HOW COME?
You weren’t ready and wanted to “just be friends”
When I perfectly rolled the tree on the first try cause I heard you say that’s the sexiest thing a sister could do for her man.
HOW COME?
You don’t realize and don’t remember that the king is suppose to be with the queen not the court jester
HOW COME?
I heard that after 9/11 folks got more committed to life, love, spirit, family
are we saying that tragedy and fear should jump start the heart
we mustn’t forget these classic crutches,
excuses.
“Uh, I had a fucked up childhood” (who hasn’t?)
“Uh, well I’ve been hurt real bad” (who hasn’t?)
“Oh, well baby you know what baby you see the time is not right see I wanna be in a certain place financially, emotionally, spiritually”
“Yeah well baby most people are divorced and if they are together they ain’t happy”
So?
And?
Have we forgotten y’all that once upon a time high school sweethearts who met in third grade actually got married and they built a life,
and shared a life,
and set and made goals,
and loved with souls,
Is that a fairy tale lived of long ago?
I don’t know.
How far away from that do we go to get back to that,
cause you know,
history does repeat itself
HOW COME?
We can’t meet each other in the middle
without fears and our hangups and our issues
HOW COME?
We can’t meet each other in the middle and live and love and live and love and live and love
HOW COME?

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