No Love

Knew from the moment I found out what it was to be dark skinned, it would be me against the world. But didn’t realize that in this love thang, it would be me against my girl! Love me she says she does, but it is not at all evident. Don’t think she would treat a brotha any better, even if I were the president! Where is the love; what does love have to do with it? I love her with all of the inadequacies of my personality and hear, but it is obvious that she does not get it. If I step away from my mother and daughter, want a woman to kiss and hug me. Cannot fathom that with my love because my love don’t love me!

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive