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Write her four-page letters 
Seal it with a trace of your cologne
If we ever shall part for too long

She’ll receive it, read it, lying in bed listening to Aaliyah's I Don't Wanna Be Alone 
Or Gina gets in one of those moods with you
Turn on her sister Badu 
& tells you how she really feels "Tyrone"

Give her that 90's kind of love 
Where there is no confusion with the phrase “come over” & “come home”
We grown

Her Martin, Something like a Martian 
Where'd you come from with this 90's kind of vibe?
Making Gina feel alive 
Your timing, timed, perfectly 
Your right on time 

For your Gina
Your Gina 
Have you seen her?

Martin your broadcasting that you’re feeling Gina on the radio 
Sending out subliminal messages that only she could decode
Telling your boys Tommy & Cole 
That since you met your Gina
All these Shanaynay's got to go
For your Gina 
Everyone would love to meet her 

Gina
Soft-spoken, a voice of reason 
Vibrantly appealing, super dope soul
Make you wanna stay in 
Cuddled up in your apartment
No arguing just incents 
With the intent to do what lovers do
Just two dope souls, living room flow
We'll pillow talk or maybe 
We can take long walks in the park 
& she’ll tell you how she got that scar on her leg
When she was nine
& you'll tell her about your upbringing
While she thanks God & the woman who raised you
& we just vibe

Your Gina
Setting the tone for millennials 
Who crave a 90's kind of love 
Your Gina 
Selfless checking on her Martin with patience
Like a patient 
Martin
You tired?
Did you eat?
Come here let me give you a back rub
Or 
Better yet I'll go fill up the bathtub

For her Martin 
Gina would do anything 
The apartment filled with laughter, each day getting lost in you
Her best friend, Her man
She'll brag and boast about her man
To her girl Pam 
Who will then roll her eyes because she doesn't understand
She stuck with Cole and Tommy's 
Damn 
& 
That’s why Pam doesn’t like you Martin

Still admiring Martin, she’ll tell Pam about how her man 
How
He held her with both hands 
If you hear loud knocks at the door
Gina! don't let them in 
Them Shanaynay's don't understand what we got
They just want your man 

Vibing with their friends 
House party but baby it's you and Gina
Yall the real house party
Jump, Jump
That's what you make her heart do 
& when the time comes 

Your Martin
Standing in everything that represents a king
Standing firm as he takes you, Gina
as his queen

No make-believe, don't care about material things
& Gina when your Martin 
Has rough days
Hold him captive Gina 
& let your presence be enough 
In that one bedroom, Detroit apartment
It always has and will be 
Enough.

Sincerely, 
Gina

-Aleya Angelique , xoxo