Unknowingly and unwittingly,
I've played many games of charades.
More specifically,
I used to love being in love.
My first love taught me love
And we were both sincere.
We fought, we loved, we prayed,
But dedicated to each other
We stayed for five years
And that commitment
is what I held dear,
Because she sacrificed
The chance to have a life
With someone else that had
More money, popularity,
Or something of more superficial value
But instead, she stuck with me.
Wee, we weren't playing games.
Since losing my love/teacher to a rapist,
And recovering from the loss of love,
I found out, quickly
That not all females were the same,
Because I had to deal with games,
In particular, charades.
Their claim was love
But it was all about the prices
We were willing to have paid,
And when we paid,
The privilege we were afforded
Was to be laid.
They didn't want to become real friends
Or share in our hopes and dreams
Because they had their own schemes.
It was not hard to tell
that their bitter mothers
Taught them very well:
Take from him whatever to him
Has any true or real value
Before you allow him to have you.
And even though prostitution
Always has its price,
Momma's seemingly sound advice
Is how female charades players
Live their love life.
And I admit that I'm slow.
It took me 22 times
to grasp the concept.
It's not about love respect, trust, fidelity
Or anything else we should protect.
Seek one's own advantage
Was the game's only true rule,
But I was the fool
thinking that somehow and some way
I could take someone versed in
this version
Of false love
and convince to conversion
Those who splurge in
Hurting others,
Only to end up as one
Of many hurting brothers,
Because I was more concerned
With living a better life
And finding a love
Worthy to make my wife.
Some said I was too serious
At too young an age to engage
In such serious life tactics.
And though I pleasurably sinned
Time and time again
to find a way to win,
I figured that perfection
Would come through my practice.
I was wrong.
The effects of the game of Charades
Was ultimately too strong.
It took 22 losses
To game playing females
to make me rethink my position.
And after much introspection,
I came to a conclusion and admission.
Conclusion:
True commitment is what one
Claiming to love me for me
Would have to give to me
In order for me to have
My desired victory.
Admission:
I constantly settled for less.
And though I loved, sincerely,
I was an excuse for females
To get sexual frustration off their chest,
And to take some of the treasure
That laid within me in the process;
That was, of course,
Till there was only bitterness left.
And to my god I complained,
And had no choice
But to admit my wrongs
when he explained
That it was all my fault.
Only after confession
And promise to offer concession
only to HIS all-or-nothing concept
to love and commitment
did he restore the love
stolen from my vault.
I'll admit that I didn't expect
an immediate result.
My desire hadn't changed,
But I was so through
With constantly playing the game
That I would sacrifice myself
to a life of loneliness
If God willed it.
But that resolve would have
had me unwillingly playing Charades
At the first false sign of love.
So he changed that real quick.
At last, I experienced love at first sight.
The situation wasn't as ideal
Or enough to socially appeal,
But God knew that for me,
it was just right.
Finally, I was to have the commitment
that I craved from my youth.
I rolled the dice
And this situation more than suffices,
Because it's not a game of Charades.
this time, it's the truth.
we fight, we love, we pray,
And are filled with pains from the past,
But are committed to the growth process.
God is our teacher,
and slowly building on love,
We are making progress.
and everything between us
Is as it should be:
Me loving one woman
and her loving one man.
the best part about it,
I'm no long playing Charades
As some simple boyfriend,
But loving as a husband.
This is my testimony,
But I promise you,
The desire to end the Charades
And commit within men
Doesn't apply to me only.
Society told you the lie
that men don't want to commit.
Most men are just like me,
Wanting the truth
But were introduced to the lie
And fell for the trick.
Here's the lesson I learned:
The game of love and life
Is not won by playing charades.
To get to the goal,
You must be true to self and others
and make God part of your team.
Otherwise, you'll just end up
getting played.
I've played many games of charades.
More specifically,
I used to love being in love.
My first love taught me love
And we were both sincere.
We fought, we loved, we prayed,
But dedicated to each other
We stayed for five years
And that commitment
is what I held dear,
Because she sacrificed
The chance to have a life
With someone else that had
More money, popularity,
Or something of more superficial value
But instead, she stuck with me.
Wee, we weren't playing games.
Since losing my love/teacher to a rapist,
And recovering from the loss of love,
I found out, quickly
That not all females were the same,
Because I had to deal with games,
In particular, charades.
Their claim was love
But it was all about the prices
We were willing to have paid,
And when we paid,
The privilege we were afforded
Was to be laid.
They didn't want to become real friends
Or share in our hopes and dreams
Because they had their own schemes.
It was not hard to tell
that their bitter mothers
Taught them very well:
Take from him whatever to him
Has any true or real value
Before you allow him to have you.
And even though prostitution
Always has its price,
Momma's seemingly sound advice
Is how female charades players
Live their love life.
And I admit that I'm slow.
It took me 22 times
to grasp the concept.
It's not about love respect, trust, fidelity
Or anything else we should protect.
Seek one's own advantage
Was the game's only true rule,
But I was the fool
thinking that somehow and some way
I could take someone versed in
this version
Of false love
and convince to conversion
Those who splurge in
Hurting others,
Only to end up as one
Of many hurting brothers,
Because I was more concerned
With living a better life
And finding a love
Worthy to make my wife.
Some said I was too serious
At too young an age to engage
In such serious life tactics.
And though I pleasurably sinned
Time and time again
to find a way to win,
I figured that perfection
Would come through my practice.
I was wrong.
The effects of the game of Charades
Was ultimately too strong.
It took 22 losses
To game playing females
to make me rethink my position.
And after much introspection,
I came to a conclusion and admission.
Conclusion:
True commitment is what one
Claiming to love me for me
Would have to give to me
In order for me to have
My desired victory.
Admission:
I constantly settled for less.
And though I loved, sincerely,
I was an excuse for females
To get sexual frustration off their chest,
And to take some of the treasure
That laid within me in the process;
That was, of course,
Till there was only bitterness left.
And to my god I complained,
And had no choice
But to admit my wrongs
when he explained
That it was all my fault.
Only after confession
And promise to offer concession
only to HIS all-or-nothing concept
to love and commitment
did he restore the love
stolen from my vault.
I'll admit that I didn't expect
an immediate result.
My desire hadn't changed,
But I was so through
With constantly playing the game
That I would sacrifice myself
to a life of loneliness
If God willed it.
But that resolve would have
had me unwillingly playing Charades
At the first false sign of love.
So he changed that real quick.
At last, I experienced love at first sight.
The situation wasn't as ideal
Or enough to socially appeal,
But God knew that for me,
it was just right.
Finally, I was to have the commitment
that I craved from my youth.
I rolled the dice
And this situation more than suffices,
Because it's not a game of Charades.
this time, it's the truth.
we fight, we love, we pray,
And are filled with pains from the past,
But are committed to the growth process.
God is our teacher,
and slowly building on love,
We are making progress.
and everything between us
Is as it should be:
Me loving one woman
and her loving one man.
the best part about it,
I'm no long playing Charades
As some simple boyfriend,
But loving as a husband.
This is my testimony,
But I promise you,
The desire to end the Charades
And commit within men
Doesn't apply to me only.
Society told you the lie
that men don't want to commit.
Most men are just like me,
Wanting the truth
But were introduced to the lie
And fell for the trick.
Here's the lesson I learned:
The game of love and life
Is not won by playing charades.
To get to the goal,
You must be true to self and others
and make God part of your team.
Otherwise, you'll just end up
getting played.
