Nigga On The Side. A Poem.

Nigga On The Side
by Adam Benjamin Irby

Can I truly be happy as just the nigga on the side,
Just a piece, a jumpoff, a temporary slide?
A guilty pleasure, an addiction, an aberration you try to hide,
The one you see when you got needs that can't be filled by your "perfect" guy.

If he's so damn perfect,
Then why doesn't he treat you better?
Make you feel half as good as I did,
When we were together?

I made you smile, I made you laugh,
Said I knew your body like second nature.
People stay talking shit about me,
And he looks better on paper.

Break up to make up,
Arguments, rendezvous, texts on the telephone.
If he's so all of that,
How come you can't never leave me alone?

Friends don't know where you are,
I'm the one you're coming to see.
He may have your time,
But I'm getting the pussy.

You pick me up, you put me down,
You string me along, you ain't slick.
I can't front, I had my part in it too,
But now I'm sick of it.

He treats you bad, I treat you good,
I'm the habit you just can't kick.
He's got all the prestige,
And I got a big 'ol dick.

Can I truly be happy as just the nigga on the side,
Just a piece, a jumpoff, a temporary slide?
A guilty pleasure, an addiction, an aberration you try to hide,
Hell no, I gotta go, I have nothing, if not my pride.

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Playing In The Background...
"Leave Me Alone"
by Syleena Johnson
from the album "Chapter 3: The Flesh"
and
"No Happy Holidays"
by Mary J. Blige
from the album "Mary"
and
"Mr. Mistress"
by Ari Gold
from the album "Transport Systems"
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