I Plead the 5th

I decided to put this piece out there because... why not? I wrote this some time ago and I thought I should share, because ... well... I wanted to share it.

It's based off of everything I was seeing around me and events that happened to me. Maybe some people can relate. I usually try to relate my pictures to my poems, but since my poem is a bit out of my comfort zone, I thought my picture should be too (smh)... My writing shows the anger I had with everything I saw people going through and their hurt, but writng is my way out and I know it may also help others, so expect nothing less than true feelings. This poem has no title, so maybe I'll call it "I Plead the Fifth"... for the sake of my blog Template and thanks to my friend Monet haha

Read on:

Lemme just get something out my system

Leave now if you got a problem with freedom

.....of speech

Because I Plead the 5th

Anybody can stand behind a pulpit and preach

(If their sins stay hidden)

People who agree yell out “preach!”
But…. if it’s directed to you......

you stay silent.

So….stay silent, this one's for you.

Stay silent.

I’m about to speak.

I’m about to teach

A lesson to my ladies and the guys that this spoken word will reach

Listen here…

Lately all I see is a bunch of BS

I just ask myself….

If you claim to love your lady, or wife…..

Why do you go looking for naked people having sex when you get the chance to connect to

wif(i) just don’t understand…

Is she not enough?

Do you not love her?

Are you dying of boredom?

What is it?

I seriously just don't get it..

So please explain the reason behind it.

Because all these women wanna know what's wrong with em

What they can do to get your attention again

And that’s wrong

Because someone else can love em better

Just the way they are

But they’re stuck on you because they love you even after.

After the fact

After the act.

After the wrongs and after the lack

of love from you.

Speaking for those that feel they’ve been wronged too…

What’s wrong with just loving what you have?

That person was once you’re better half.

Instead you’re out looking for a prostitute.

Don’t blame it on your past

Because I got one too.

One that’s much worse than whats happened to you.

Let me not get started.

Coward.

Trying to justify the reason you went to her house.

You sound retarded.

You sound stupid.

There’s no such thing as being shot by cupid.

But there is such thing as being shot by a bullet.

At least that’s what it feels like…

I’m just speaking about reality, real life.

Events that you don’t hear about.

Events that create self doubt,

Self hate

Due to people who don’t know how to appreciate

I’m tired of it.

And to be quite honest, it makes me scared

Scared of life…

Scared of loving..

Scared of moving on…

All hope of being happy and loved is gone.

Before getting started, I rather already be done.

I look to my left and my right and everyone is wronged.

I just don’t want to deal.

They say “learn patience”

And in my head, I’m just like “for real?”

Nawwwwwwwww……

I’m not gonna “learn” to put up

with something that doesn’t lift me up.

I’m not gonna “learn” to let someone feel like what they do is okay

Do what you want, I’ll get out of your way

because I’m not gonna “learn” to put up with your disgusting ways.

Or better said,

Get out of my way, I choose not to stay.

-Jaqueline Herrera