Wednesday, 28 February 2018

Shoot Your Shot

It was the first week of a new month
Maybe one moon after June fourth 
I was hoping to be really friendly at work
Never knew I’ll meet someone who barely talks.
The moment I walked into lunch room with my crew
I knew I liked him but not for an instant screw
I held my peace even though I was kinda tripping
Ladies rule! don’t let it show, get some gripping.

I felt so fly after our first ‘Hi,’ and the petty talks got me high
High on what? Music, Lust or love?
Not too sure, but I have a clue
I’m high on Crush, that orange drink from way back 90s.

Several weeks and months were gone
Yet we were far from being done
I’m pretty sure of the uncertainty
We will be ‘just friends’ even after eternity.

My mama says ‘be a lady’
My friends say ‘shoot your shot’
My daddy says ‘grow up baby’
And my heart says ‘use your guts’

So I used my last straw to shoot my shot
but got shot back without a shoot
Not even a ring back from my dear
That shot must have been a bad idea

Been waiting for the silence to be over
So I can breathe and start all over
Still hoping he'll respond from the blues
Cos I am attracted to him and not you!

©AJ Ajumoke Nwaeze 2018

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