Mistress...

A mistress, A female having power, authority, or ownership; the unofficial wife
A female who has an ongoing extramarital sexual relationship with a man outside of his married life
Mistress; so many situations tend to surface when this 8 letter word is categorized to females who seem so trife
I been called it, called it I’ve been
From bitch, trick, hoe, slut, all the names in the book and it seems like the pages never end
They hurt cuz I did this to them like it’s my fault your man would rather me & him than u & me be friends
But who could disagree, I don’t have a man cuz someone like me put me up on game
If you get your man taken then you need to cuck it up & do the same


Some situations I can’t do nothing but just sit back and laugh
It is them together and all the while he can’t stand her ass.
While she up smiling and grinning claiming she his only and they happy as can be
Damn, I be feeling bad cuz he all over me.
I feel like the other girl, the best girl for the situation that you call your own
You can see me when she can’t and we talk on the phone
You claim its best that you stay with her because you have a rep but you reassure me that we’re meant to be
Then you turn around and tell me you seem to be losing your touch with her and you wanna feel me


Its just cuz I don’t wanna be alone
It’s easy loving someone who is taking care of home
I’m a mistress, a female who has the world at her feet
She entices all the niggaz, not on purpose it just that word on the street
That baby girl can take a man first time they meet
It’s like musical chairs, music stop; it’s not hard for her to find a seat.
She has a head on her shoulders, she sees the big picture
And if she wants you, then it’s not hard for her to get with ya
It’s only matter if time before she has you doing what she wants you to do.


Sometimes it hurts to be the other female you run to
It’s nice to feel appreciated but that’s only when it’s me and you
I want the whole world to understand our relationship & know
But instead it’s just me, you, my friends, your boys and d-low
The late night calls, the visits just to show your there
All the affection, the hugs, the kisses, I Love yous just to show you care
This satisfies me up to a point until I see you with her you’re being there & caring
I see the absences of your love you claim you don’t have with her as I just stand there looking and staring
Only if I could be in her shoes, just for one day to switch places. Then I would know what being the other woman is not knowing his changing faces.


How could he just do this to me?
Cheating with her and he know we’re meant to be
I can’t believe that he could do this and he knows how I feel
All those I love you, baby when he wasn’t keeping it real
I gave my all to him and all I got was baby I’ve been cheating
All those I was at work late and I’ll call you back, should have know he was creeping
Behind my back on some ill ass, you not showing me you care & shit or some I wasn’t listening to you and she was there & shit
I feel so ashamed that I could just kill you and that bitch. I wonder how she feels now that I’m the mistress and she the main chick...