To Be Unified

So tired of being approached by brothas with the world on their shoulders, dragging heavy luggage, broken hearts and vulnerability. So tired of them trying to leech off of my energy. So tired of brothas trying to wear me down with their problems during the first phone convo, I give them advice but they seek more. So tired of sharing my bad days expecting sweet words and assurance, to only get apologies or silence. Needy men, boys, babies looking for a mother and not their equal, have temper tantrums when you explain to them that you don't want them. You need a real man, a strong man and you shake your head sadly when they ask you to mold them into that man. I need my man to represent his position as dominant, a spiritual lead and when he feels faint to I can give him strength as his rib. I need my man to hold me, keep me safe, physically, emotionally, spiritually. When I have days pray with me and for me, love me unconditionally. Show me how deep love can be. Cause me to fall so deep in love, I wouldn't care if I married him in a bath house. To need him not only physically but literally. As if our hearts beat as one. Unify me.
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