My Story: Part 1

This is my story, (my story) I’m telling my story (telling my story)

I remember looking up, seeing her getting up out the car, door barely closed

Now she’s on approach, I felt a little lump, develop in my throat,

I’m thinking to myself, homeboy don’t panic, don’t choke,

I need you at your best, and you got the anecdote, I hear her humming tunes,

singing like,

It gotta be her birthday, meanwhile on another note, my heart is big thumping,

Pounding real hard, butterflies in stomach, and all I could think to say,

Was hey Ms Lady, I think your door is a jarred, she said don’t worry, yourself too much, sweetheart, this thing is kinda old, and it’s falling a part,

Mississippi, born and raised, doing it the player way, old school gripping, I ain’t tripping, taking y’all on trip, down memory lane, A lot things have changed, but I’m telling my side of the story, (my side of the story)

Old school moment, coming live and direct, (live and direct) from the mindset, of a true poet, this my story, (my story)

I’m telling my story (telling my story), I’m telling my story, (telling my story)

Conversation lasted for a good minute, before she up and mentioned, I’ve never seen you,

Here before, you must not be, from around hurr,

Can’t be from Sumter SC, pronouncing Dalzell like that, before we parted ways,

She slipped me her number, now I regained composure, thinking to myself,

Do I know her, is she trouble, but I can’t quite put my finger on it,

So chalked it up as nothing, and chose to ignore it, did it the player way,

Waited for a few days, let her mind wonder, before I dialed her number,

From my flip phone, with the mp3 player, (what you about that) she picked up and said,

Hi how are you, I said I’m good, it’s been a minute,

Before I could finish, she invited me, over for dinner,

She asked what do you like, I said anything but liver,

Mississippi, born and raised, doing it the player way, old school gripping, I ain’t tripping, taking y’all on trip, down memory lane, A lot things have changed, but I’m telling my side of the story, (my side of the story)

Old school moment, coming live and direct, (live and direct) from the mindset, of a true poet, this my story,

I’m telling my story, (telling my story) I’m telling my story, (telling my story)