I Miss That Bitch
By Dana Henry
I miss that bitch
Yeah, you know the one
She used to smile and laugh
She was always down for fun
I miss that bitch
The way she would wash my hair
The way she would always blush
When I licked my lips and stared
I miss that bitch
The one who didn’t argue and cry
I remember how she thugged it out
How she let very few inside
I miss that bitch
Meeting me in lingerie
Cooking me breakfast at 2 a.m.
Pouring wine and asking, “You hungry, bae?”
I really miss that bitch
The back massages and foot rubs
The way she smiled made my day
I’ll always miss her good love
But now she’s gone
Fucked over far too often
I buried her a few months ago
Nothing fancy, just me and her coffin
See, I knew her real well
That bitch I miss so
She was the hopeful side of me
But I had to dead that hoe
See, I didn’t have the time
For heartbreaks and disappointment
I didn’t feel the need to feel
I had no balm, no ointment
Ms. Hopeful wanted so deeply to be loved
And I’m not saying that’s a flaw
But she gave her heart too many times
And everyone dropped it and watched it fall
Fall off a 100 story building
Landing on spikes and Bouncing Bettys
Then made sure it was ran over
By a Mack truck and then a Chevy
I’ll forever mourn her death
Keep vigil at her grave site
Making sure she doesn’t pull a Lazarus
Because sometimes I think she might
Every now and then someone comes along
Trying to coax her with sweet words and flowers
But my savage side shoos them away
Knowing the sweet words will eventually sour
Ms. Savage, I now call myself, is alive and well
And no one is gonna get past me
No lies or promises told
By anyone will I believe
Ain’t nobody gonna break my heart
Cause it’s no longer in the lost and found
Waiting for someone to pick it up
Ain’t nobody gonna play with my heart
Cause I buried it in the ground