All The Reasons Why I’m Not Him!

As a real man, I don’t need to spend a lot of time convincing you that I’m nothing like him. While he tried to impress you with saying he loved you, I do it. While he waited around and bragged to his boys about what you did for him, I keep thinking of ways on how to do for you, to never let you out serve me. The only time I put my hands on you is when I’m helping you up or laying you down. I was taught as a child, “If I have to put my hands on you, I don’t need you.”

I’m not him because I’m secure with myself. I know I’m “big enough” to handle my own and to help you “handle yours.” I’m not moved by crumbs when I have the whole cake. I’m not intimidated by those who comment or suggest they want a piece because when I’m done I get the pleasure of licking the icing off the plate.

I’m not him because the first woman I ever loved was my mother. Even though a woman is complex, she taught me to make love to a woman’s mind first. If you take care of her mental and emotional, the physical outcome is only natural. So while you wished he was someone else, it was easy to call my name.

 When he reads this he thinks I’m talking about sex, that’s why I’m not him because he only talked about love, but I’m doing it!