He’s Taken

I was talking to my friend tonight and she mentioned that she was about to go out to dinner.

“Who are you going with?”

~giggle~ “You know…”

“THAT MARRIED MAN?”

“Girl, he is NOT married!”

“Basically he is. He LIVES with his girlfriend. DANG! How you gonna be like that?”

“Oh girl, stop it! You know we are not doing anything. I just haven’t seen him in a long time. Since February.”

“I don’t give a DAMMNN! He got a lady!”

“Like you never did it? What about Joe?”

“HEY! Joe is with his girl, he has a brand new baby and I have let that go. I don’t call him. I don’t disturb his family. Besides I’ve known Joe since I was 12, you just met this dude. He can’t be THAT important where you would be the slimy chick on the side.”

“I’m not the chick on the side. We’re just friends. We vibe like that.”

“Whatever! You trifling. Think about his girl, she at home thinking her man out running to Walmart and he is meeting up with you buying you meals telling you how much he like you and blah blah blah… Damn. I feel her pain already. Come on chick! Ask yourself, ‘Would you want your man to do that with someone else?'”

“Girl….”

“Damn. That’s messed up. You doing wrong and you KNOW it. Do me a favor, if you want to talk about this subject, do it with someone else, because that really lessens your integrity. If you gotta sneak to do it, it’s wrong. I don’t know why that doesn’t mean anything to people these days.”

“Aww here you go!”

“Shut up! I have confessed and repented and turned away from my wicked ways. I’m trying to do things the right way. All that craziness in my past didn’t do me any good. I want to see what’s going to happen if I do right.”

~sadly~ “Girl, let me call him and tell him not to come…”

“Naw, don’t do that. Do your thang, Ma. If you don’t believe you are doing wrong, don’t let me sway you. But you know.. I think we are too old for this….”

Now I have definately had my fun, FUN time as the chick on the side. ~sigh~ I’ll never forget him. Dude was pretty damn tight and all I needed was a friend. I just had my first son. I was ready to get over my Baby Daddy and I needed someone new.

I ran into him at a friend’s house and as soon as we peeped each other, I knew it was gonna be on. He walked me home and we exchanged numbers. A week later he was back, looking nervous but sexy as hell.

I smiled and laughed at him as we sat together on my living room floor. He bit his lip and moved closer to me, looking deep into my eyes. I leaned forward too and smiled.

“So tell me something,” I asked him in a whisperm then I paused for effect. “You got a girlfriend?”

He shot straight up, standing on his feet, straightening his clothes. He looked sooo uncomfortable.

“Well, uh… Well.. I… uh… well… something like that.”

I laughed a little bit and motioned for him to sit down. “Look, I just wanted you to know that I know what I’m getting into.”

Things went on for quite a while. As expected I started to like him so I had to let our relationship dwindle away. How could I ever be attracted to someone who so blatantly disrespects his girlfriend, no matter how sweet he was to me?

After all this time I still think about him with fond memories but I know that I am past that point of confusion.

Little girls play the role of chick on the side
Grown women sleep alone until their time
I need not share someone else’s man
Snatching up leftovers whenever I can
What makes me so much worse than the main chick?
She’s standing by your side
I’m being your bitch
Yeah I can flip it and act like I’m getting mine
But the truth I can’t hide
I’m really dieing inside
Cuz what kind of woman
Seperates her body from her heart
Physically it’s impossible
Not just anatomical
God made it implausible
Heart, body and soul
Inseperable
They need protection so
Guard them with your life
They are your lifeline
You don’t have to be #2
When God made you divine
Support your sister
Check her motives
Don’t hurt each other
We’re not in competition
These men are our brothers
Don’t give them the opportunity
To step outside
If we say No, then they’ll have to walk the straight line
We’re pulling them on leashes
And then calling them dogs
We’re the trainers
They’re sniffing at us
But they’re not a lost cause
You never know
It could be you sending your man to Walmart
And he’s off sipping sodas
With some chick in the park
He tells you he loves you
But he gave her his heart
He comes home
Smiling
With a faint aroma
You frown and ask
What’s her name?
And he answers
Karma