She’s dating a security
A man with high insecurities
Her hand is guarded all the time,
By a muscle hand,
She dances to his music, a bitter band
No friends, isolated from logic
She hardly reasons
She’s in multiple prisons
Her conscious mind depressed
Even the subconscious is repressed
She’s oppressed,
She’s dating a security
A man with high insecurities
Her phone is theirs
Her personal computer has lost the name “personal”
The only thing that’s personal is her dreams during sleep
But even those are cut short
She wakes up to a angry voice
A voice asking, “who the hell is “Marcus?”
Who on earth is david?
And what clients, since when do you have clients?”
The poor young woman is illiterate
She was trying to write Makro,
And auto correct just spoil everything
I mean could she date a warehouse,
She only calls to ask about deliveries
David is auto corrected from DVD
She took it for repair, stored numbers for collection
As for the “clients”
Now that shit is crazy
They are insured with clientele
There he was thinking this “Madafaken Woman, I’ll kill her”
She was about to explain when she got a hard slap
She was manhandled out of bed
A raging voice “bitch don you dare lie to me”
Words curl themselves in her mouth scared to come out
Next thing there were punches, kicks
A very heartbreaking cry “baby I’m sorry”
Apologizing for nothing,
She did nothing, nothing wrong at all
She’s dating a security
A man with high insecurities
He bought her gifts
Making her forgive and forget
Abused then amused
She’s Oppressed!
