More often than not your rhyme schemes and clarity take me for a whizz around the third planet. This time, the formula was there, the execution on the ending was barely there, possibly because it reminded me so much of the "I Used To Love H.E.R." concept verses. Your technique and the amount of refined multis you wield makes it look easy - but it's really not. Perhaps I take it for granted, but I feel like some next level wordplay/almost punchline like stingers would really conquer the mantle for you.
There’s been copious times I could’ve left her and gone,
but the lows and the highs seem to strengthen our bond.
She’s never responded to my wishes and wants
so my sense of belonging and affinity’s lost.
She’s different spots that protrude from her pores.
The same people slinging her rocks view her with scorn.
She’s abused like a whore, but never opens her mouth,
I suppose she’s used to them walking all over her now.
^This part was nicely achieved. Many people who don't even read or write much would find truth and meaning in these words.
Good write, Baron. @
sraL