__________by Tasha C. Miller
This is to my first woman
You so vain you probably think this poem is about you.
Not true, not true
For all you did and were, I really must thank you
See if it weren't for you
My wildest fantasies may have never come true
How a loving smile and warm embrace can turn my black skies blue
This is to my first woman
But I'm not talking bout you
Now if I was talking about my first female your image would prevail
If I was talking about my first girl or if I was
Talking about my first shot at the twat cause you shit was hot.
But I'm not, I'm not, talking about you, sorry boo.
Now if I was talking about my first bitch,
cause you know you could be one a the flick of a light switch.
But I'm not, I'm talking bout my first woman.
My first woman.
Do you even know what a woman is.
Cause see, I'm not talking bout you.
I swear I ain't talking bout you.
I'm talking bout my first.
My first woman.
