For My Black Bella Donna

For my black bella donna, I, would grab the sky, capture it in it’s entirety, do anything, even start a riot see? I’m fightin with myself over you. I’m not the type to tell you how fly I am, you should know that from my name, I don’t have hot lines cuz your warm heart is not a game. Like a napkin I’ll be the one to wipe away the dirt & maintain your beautiful appearance, those other guys you just wanna run through you & take all they can like a shopping mall that has a clearance. See I’m an ar-tiste, I paint a picture with words with such ease, I hope you understand it now, if you do just say, “capisce”. I look into your eyes & I see emptiness & hate, you messed wit so many guys cuz you were hopin one could relate. Mean words surface like, “bitch, ho, & bop”. Thought you were getting soul sustenance not realizing you were in a candy shop. Lollipop, Jolly Rancher, while you getting yaself wrangled, disposition getting mangled, all the while another schemer is comin up with a new angle.

Who am I? Am I Mr. Right?
Who am I? Am I your shining knight?
Who am I? Your comforter that keeps you warm @ night?
Who am I? You think I rub your legs & kiss your arm cuz I want your body?
Who am I? I’m the guy sayin, “Nah, I’m jus treatin you nicely { British Accent }.

You don’t believe me, ya lips twist & squirm, meanwhile your true feelings are what I’m tryin to discern. You bein so taciturn, why give up on all of us? You believe all of us dogs, well I ain’t bark once. “Fuck!” is the only way it will come from me, a choice expletive which exemplifies the amped up me. Problem? You still don’t believe? Have I licked my lips once while gazing @ your countenance? Have I tried to withdraw from you like you are a 3 letter dream? Or have I put into you since we started this conversation thing. My aim is not to change your life, it ain’t even to try & make you my wife. I just want you to know that there is a good man, & no matter how much you get beat or knocked down you’ll always rise again. Whether it’s an effect of physicality or a broken mentality, I need you to understand that it’s a formality. If it ain’t hard then it ain’t worth it, shake it baby, the haters off, so I jus gave you a new definition of sayin, “work it.” To sum it up, I didn’t say this to in any way harm ya, I also didn’t say it as a weapon I got to disarm ya, keep ya guard up, I don’t want to alarm ya, but if you don’t start cultivating yourself people will call you a bad farmer, but don’t worry about what they say cuz in the end concentratin on them will be the real thing that will harm ya, I’m jus sayin…
I still love you my black bella donna.

- JioVanni