It’s a man’s world. I couldn’t understand it if I wanted to because, obviously you’d say it’s a guys thing.

It’s a man’s world and I wonder how you cope through your 20s knowing you have a whole generation waiting to be born for your own responsibility, waiting for you to take that one bold step and marry the woman of your dreams. At least that’s what you’ll say at the altar. 

Because the woman you wanted was a beautiful maiden girl who tried to wait for you, but life didn’t have you ready yet, so she went with a man 5’8ft tall, who has a potbelly, a company or business, maybe. Who barely knew what she liked and did not. 

It’s a man’s world, so your homies are your peace when you can’t find peace in the rest of the world, including me. Not that you don’t see me as the North Star, but somehow you just want to listen to the jitters and the high they’ll give before you come crawling into my arms. Yes, I will console you. Yes, I would pat your back and lick up your tears because I’ve been waiting for that moment of vulnerability even though I don’t understand why it took you so long since you love me and call me your home.

It’s a man’s world, so you’ll tell me you love me, but you just need one moment with your side chick because she warmed your bed sleek before you met me. I know I ain’t got no bed kinks, but you could teach me....so I waited for you to open up and tell me you cheated because I already knew. See, it’s also a woman’s world to know these things through my instincts.

It’s a man’s world, I will forgive you without even knowing it, cause you know how to tell me those sweet words that pacify me and promise me it’ll never happen again.

It’s a man’s world. I am not your first priority, but I come first when you have to complain about what’s not happening and what’s happening. I am not your first priority because you love mama so much, she comes before God and if I made it to your list of priorities, I’ll come 3rd or 4th you say.

It’s a man’s world, so you ask yourself once, twice or maybe a couple of times. Should I be doing this? Does she need someone like me in her life? Am I even good enough for her? Who are you to decide that? Okay, let’s say you get to decide. You should have made that decision before you let me fall in love so hard with you.

It’s a man’s world, so you start off the relationship being stiff and not showing off a lot of emotions because you want to please your homeboys and your ego. You watch her, leave you hints about how she wants to be treated till she slips away, and you want to make amends. 

It’s a man’s world. Why didn’t you love her when she loved you? Why now that she has moved on and healed?

It’s a man’s world, and I could never understand why you make strong choices when it comes to money, business and family, but not with your erection.

It’s a man’s world, you're not allowed to cry, so you don’t appear weak. Who told you that?

It’s a man’s world, you’re either a mummy’s boy or a man who knows how to treat a woman right.

It’s a man's world and I could go on and on, but I want you to cut yourself some slack. Be true to who you really are inside. Love when love calls you, hurt when it's hurting, master the art of control and disburse unhealthy desires. 

It's a man's world, but I want you to never let go of what is truly worth it, because you let your insecurities about your present state becloud you.