When he tells me I'm too deep
My reply is...
Nigga, drown
Nigga jump in ... or flee
"This heart is not a home for cowards",
the fearful or the weak
Who better to fall into and out of than me?
Who inspires the emotions that make you feel weightless and free?
Who....nah forget it
Nigga, just leave
Because really,
what is he asking of me?
When he says Storm you're too deep
What would he like me to be?
Half filled? Half empty?
A desolate sea?
Tailor made to fit his mood?
A dial with options of 3
choices;
Let's see.....comforting, happy and freak
What could be his definition of too much depth in me?
What is he using to measure; gallons, inches, square yards, cubic feet?
How far has he dived in before he acquired this belief?
His statement sparks so many questions, his mere presence causes grief
Nigga, leave
This here is a human being
I'm not a business open to your suggestions
on how to make it better
I'm not vulnerable to your displeasure
I am Storm
I am weather
You endure
Or run off and seek shelter
Your observation however well intended isn't needed or welcomed
Mr. Originality, comments like this are not seldom
I am Storm
I'm supposed to be overwhelming...to most
When he says Storm you're too deep
I don't know what else to tell him
Don't know how to cease the onslaught of screaming and yelling
Nigga, please leave
In these waters only skilled divers can breathe
In these waters Only skilled divers are recommended to even compete
When I extend an offer
You say yes ma'am....yes please
Anything that tastes like fear is a note to yourself to retreat
Don't bring that shit to me
I am a natural entity
Like a heart beat
You don't question why it pumps too hard or too weak
You just appreciate the mere fact that it breathes
When he says Storm you're too deep
My reply is no love, it is you who is too shallow for me
Nigga you can leave.....
