Cheers To You, Bastards...

Foreword/Forewarning:The piece was started quite awhile ago...it has references from high school to more recent events in it. But it is just a glimpse of some of the things I keep to myself...

To the incompetent ass hole who found just cause in the explanation of, "just 'cause" as to his reason for leaving.
To the ex who came from nothin to less than something that stole pieces of the heart he broke leaving me feeling unable to wholely heal. To leave a bitter black woman to face the world with a holey heart and enough anger to kill any other emotions I should have been able to feel.
To the underachiever who I always uplifted and over praised with my desire to build him up so I can be the strong black woman behind this strong black man I mistakenly saw in him...my king..but you must have viewed me as your slave cuz the verbal and physical abuse had no use, and it definitely wasn't a part of my plan but no! You had to do it your way so..
Cheers to you...

To the cheater who made me promise I'd never lie and that I'd leave before I betrayed you..
To Mr. Perfect with the green eyes who had his brother bringing him his gun to shoot up my car...

To the nigga with the fear of commitment who swore I was the one...as long as he could see the sun but when nightfall hit, he was quick to turn into a trick..cuz he definitely ain't got it...matter of fact, if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have SHIT..he was livin wit me and still tried to play me like I was silly, so..
Cheers to you...

To the man who actually planned to make me his mistress.......I never could have guess that your kind plotted on woman like prey...day after day you watched, prepared, and waited until you were ready to pounce..waited for that moment when I was fragile and you knew a few acts of the nice kind would stay on my mind. Say the right words, do the right things, touch the right....side of my brain to cross the line where there was no turnin back...tell me how safe I make you feel, how you can't talk to her like you can to me, how whenever we're together life seems easy, and how miserable you are when you're when you're not with me, how much you hated your 'home', so at the time it didn't register when you were always sayin that we should just be alone. No public appearances for my protection...till you removed the contraceptive protecting my heart from the vicious infection that was you, and all of your being comes rushing inside of me and implants itself straight into my heart...only for you to then tell me you can't see me anymore, how this will be the last time you walk thru my door..how you and her are gonna give it just one more....man! You had me, so..
Cheers to you...

To the man who slept with my sister an hour after he told me he loved me...
To the father of 7 who said he'd put no one above me..
To the nigga who was willing to burn me. If it wasn't for my 6 month rule back in the day and that message from a face with familiar eyes; the one's your daughter has, and that maybe your son she's carrying will have too...(by the way, what time were you coming by my spot to pick lil mama up?) if she hadn't had the balls to say "Don't do it, and if you did, go get checked out cuz I had to! He's not only fuckin you and me but Detra, Amiya, Natasha, Imani, Erica and Lacey, and I don't even think I'm the only one with his baby!" Damn, you  almost had me caught up in some shit, so..
Cheers to you...

Hip hip....hooray and all that hoopla..
You've arrived at the place where everybody knows your name...you've hustled your way into the game and here's your 15 minutes of fame as we're all face to face in a room filled with no bodies because all that's here are souls; scorned, burned, and worn out from being dragging thru the mud all.....by...you...101 hearts hurt by 1 man, hundreds of times, amplified to the power of all the men who ain't shit.. So yeah, we all know your name, but please believe we dislike it just the same, and we relyin on Karma to keep us sane so...
To the bastards who will get what's coming to them...
Hip Hip Hooray and all that hoopla...
Cheers to you!