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Condoms for the Heart

Note: (EyeQ1 - Thank you for inspiring me to write this off your piece Not Making Love)

I wish they made condoms for the heart
as emotional protection
For vocal erection
So
I
Would
Not catch V.A.D (Verbal Arousal Disease)

So when you play fellatio
And tell me
"Baby for real tho"
I Love You
I Need You
She means nothing to me

I'd be shielded
and not yielded
by all yo bullshit!

If they made condoms for the heart
There'd be
Less Baby
Mama
Drama
No
Tears
For
Fears
No
Emotional
Wreckage
No takin
A Nigga Back
No
Cuttin
A Brotha
Slack
No bullshit
To deal with. (the period is here for a reason)

I'd used that latex
In hopes that it would stretch
like
Spandex

To cover my heart completely

If ..
They did make condoms for the heart

I'd take more care
with the label "beware"
This does not
protect all forms of V.A.D (Verbal Arousal Disease)

Caution when using
Cause I ain't losing
MY SELF RESPECT
for no other
brotha
that can't come correct!

Cause I'd be protected you see!

FOR REAL THO!

Hotep

Copyright
Evy Graves 2005




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