Arise o manipulators

Time wasters, drunk texters

Stand right nau, what’s the problem? What’s up

You’re still in denial right?

I get that from people like you a lot

The thing about red flags is that they always stay hidden

While the green ones are flown, high in the air

Like a parade of good aura, for all to see, all to stare

Or maybe it’s just me

Maybe it just us

Because everyone else can see it, everyone else knows what’s up

Maybe I got too knee deep in it, I couldn’t find my way out

I got so lost, so ridiculously engrossed 

That I didn’t even realize I had strayed from the path.

I guess when you’re in love

When you’re happy, youre close to your friends

Generally, when you care about someone

You become selectively blind

Red turns to pink even though you don’t use glasses

How can one see a grown man tear apart a place in rage and say “hes only childish.”

And keep going, claiming that he’ll grow out of it.

It’s so hard

To get it all out on paper

I just need to find the right words

To convey all this emotion, to evoke the right kind of anger

Because come on, now

Y’all can’t say you haven’t encountered them

Lying men, with poison so sweet you can’t figure it out until you’ve been knocked off your feet.

Women who use you, bite into you, suck you dry

And when they’re healed, fed and healthy, they dust their hands 

And leave you fucking dry.

But I think the worst kind of people

The walking, talking, breathing

Personification of red flags

Are the friends who take the heavy knife from you

And then proceed to stab you in the back

They lie to you, they have your back in pieces.

They comfort you in private and leave you to the wolves in public

They have big overflowing mouths, talking about how much they care but have never for once shown it

The list goes on but God knows that my heart is too heavy to complete it.

How does green look like red to me

Do the colours mix, do they blend?

So that it becomes hard to see?

You know, for a while I thought something was actually wrong to me

I thought I was a red flag magnet, as if that’s even a thing

I thought I pulled them towards me, dragged them along

Like I attracted liars and selfish people and entertained them for fun

But just like it is scientifically impossible for a magnet to attract cloth

How on earth does someone who is trying to get better purposely bring in people who do nothing but bring out the worst.

My words are running out

And I am tired

The shock and disillusionment I have experineced in this year alone

Is enough to last me the next five years

You see in this life, after God, fear man

Fear pesin who no fear man oh, because Omo

Man will show you shege

Choke you, suffocate you with wickedness

And after all has been said and done.

They’ll dump you, act like they never knew you

“Who did this to her?!”

“Omo, I’m not the one oh.”