"Someone is going to appreciate me. I like to rub his feet. I like to cook for him. I sing songs and write him love letters and recite to him poetry from the bottom of my heart.
Someone is going to appreciate me. Every word I say, I mean. I love him with candlelight dinners. I love him with warm, honest hugs. I love him with kisses.
Someone is going to appreciate me. When I kiss him I pay attention to his reaction and study the way he feels. I want to kiss him right. When I love him I pay attention to his reaction and study the way he feels. I want to learn how to love him right. I want to please him.
Someone is going to appreciate this. My time, my money, my gifts, my flowers, my power, my integrity, my poise, my elegance, my love scenario. I rub his feet, it’s my way of saying, “I enjoy your body.” I buy him gifts as my way of saying, “Thank you for your company.” I think highly of my man. He is a hard worker. He is gentle. He is kind. He pleases me and he wants to and I am pleased to please him. I enjoy loving. It’s my desire and he desires me. I am not angry with my past. I am not defeated. I love freely. Free of yesterday’s bondage. Optimistic. And someone is going to appreciate that I dress for him. I smell good for him. I stay up late and conversate what’s on his mind. I make time for him. I stay fit for him. I have no problem being for him.
Someone is going to appreciate me and me for me like I am for him. Because a good man, I appreciate." --Chrisette Michelle