Asshole (A Poem)

I was thinking about Chris Brown's situation when I wrote this. 

An Asshole is what they call him

But once upon a time he cried real tears

The boogey man

The Easter Bunny

Even Santa frightened him a little

And he’d run to his mom to take away the fears

She was his dependence

However, something changed

Now he’s always fucking up

Can never do anything right

Messing up people’s plans for him

Messing up his plans for himself

And when he’s called out

When someone points out a moment where he messes up

He’s always quick to snap back.

A PR’s nightmare has become his new name.

He has anger issues

Probably because the media glorifies and hates him at the same damn time

His guard is up

Especially since there’s always someone looking to attack him

Like the woman that proudly harasses him on twitter

Calling him ugly, a woman abuser, a waste of talent and life

But he became like that the hard way

One night, one moment in time changed his life forever

He was a good boy

What happened?

Was it because he put his hands on a girl?

But people laugh at those actions on World Star Hip Hop.

Was it the fame that marked his downfall?

The cameras stalk him.

The media uses him as a reminder of how black men continuously make bad choices.

Was it the way he started expressing his feelings about women?

His mom was once his dependence

He loved and cherished her

Now he has two, three, and maybe four women at a time

But he refers to them as Bitches all the time

Then they only get treated good in the club

And since there’s no respect outside the club his actions aren’t bad

Or are they?

Sometimes he does feel bad for his ways

Every now and then he tries to change his ways

But how far he’s come from being an Angel