Sins of Your Brutha

Ok... I wrote this poem some months ago and posted it on a now defunct blog because I did not want the person that it is written about to read it (tee hee) any way after receiving positive feedback on it I figured I would post it here. LOL! No, not hoping to weasel my way out of the Poetry Slam..lol. Is it working? No, let me stop playing and just post it already.

Sins of Your Brutha

He says, his sins are not my sins.
She says, don't make him pay for his sins,
Because his sins are not sins of the other.
But let's see, outside of his mannerisms,
Does he share his playboy ways?
Seeking attention from other women just because he wants to play?
Dividing his time between me and them?
Telling me, her or who ever what we want to hear
Just to keep things calm, keeps us here just so we can stay
And satisfy what ever needs or urge he has.
Different man same sins, so exactly who should pay?
The one who played with my heart before?
Or the one who is secretly doing it now today?
You say I am distant but ask yourself ,
does she know what I have really been up to today?
Has she figured out this shit ain't real and I am just playing games?
Maybe it is just me, yeah I could be over thinking, and maybe not.
Maybe I particularly don't want to wait for that other shoe to drop
To the ground and the only thing making a thud sound

is my heart fall out my chest to the floor.
So you can see my agenda is to love with out love hurting any more.
I am trying to change, work through some thangs so just be patient with me because sins of your brutha has created quite a fuss, stirred up all kinds of emotions inside of me.
Yeah, I may have moved on but not completely because those sins of your brutha still seem to be with me.