by Monifa Crawford

Created on: April 11, 2009

Hot In the Summertime

It was hot in the summertime in Mississippi,

Then I met this man that I knew.

He was nice, he was alright,

But he confused me, because he chose me.

Glistening yellow skin with a reddish tent,

Strong, firm muscles that I wasn't allowed to see yet.

Now my children look like versions of him.

He was cool, he was nice, he was alright.

Personality like my dad,

A compliment to me,

Because I'm my daddy's baby girl.

This man was observant, resourceful, outgoing,

All positives to my negatives.

He was smart, funny, kind,

All positives to my positives.

He was sweet, he was cool, he was nice, he was alright.

We could talk all night,

About a future that became our past

And the reality of a present that we're now living in.

I fell in love with him,

Because it was hot in the summertime.

I stayed in love with him,

Because it was hot in the wintertime.

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