End Game
Checkmate
He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen,
made my vagina swell with anticipation,
his baptism within my womb would give him new life plus
his wife would never know,
she was both blind to his needs and our situation at the same time,
am I wrong? Even if I am, woman was made to serve man and he, I.
She laughs when he cries,
she tries to belittle him with you ain't *hit talk,
with *uck you *itch talk,
with you better stand there
and take it like a man when you get hit talk,
by them hands he held when he said "I do".
He needs me, he believes when I tell him
his dreams will come true,
he reads me when I'm thinking I want to kiss him,
he looks at me,
places his tongue in my mouth without me asking.
His fascination with our connection is perplexing,
mysterious, but not enough to make him leave her,
he loves her and I him,
but not enough to say I had the abortion,
don't want to hurt him more than he hurts now,
more than I hurt,
how can I allow myself to let him fall inside me, again,
there lies beauty within us,
I trust him more than he trust her,
but not enough to tell the doctor don't scrape my uterus
for the second time,
we'll spend the rest of our lives together,
absurd, I'm only his mistress,
regretting sitting in the waiting room
for my third and last procedure.
Finally, I've built the strength to walk away from him
and into the arms of a loving man,
but not loving enough to understand why
my battered womb won't hold his sperm,
the cost of love lost, a brutal lesson learned...
He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen,
made my vagina swell with anticipation,
his baptism within my womb would give him new life plus
his wife would never know,
she was both blind to his needs and our situation at the same time,
am I wrong? Even if I am, woman was made to serve man and he, I.
She laughs when he cries,
she tries to belittle him with you ain't *hit talk,
with *uck you *itch talk,
with you better stand there
and take it like a man when you get hit talk,
by them hands he held when he said "I do".
He needs me, he believes when I tell him
his dreams will come true,
he reads me when I'm thinking I want to kiss him,
he looks at me,
places his tongue in my mouth without me asking.
His fascination with our connection is perplexing,
mysterious, but not enough to make him leave her,
he loves her and I him,
but not enough to say I had the abortion,
don't want to hurt him more than he hurts now,
more than I hurt,
how can I allow myself to let him fall inside me, again,
there lies beauty within us,
I trust him more than he trust her,
but not enough to tell the doctor don't scrape my uterus
for the second time,
we'll spend the rest of our lives together,
absurd, I'm only his mistress,
regretting sitting in the waiting room
for my third and last procedure.
Finally, I've built the strength to walk away from him
and into the arms of a loving man,
but not loving enough to understand why
my battered womb won't hold his sperm,
the cost of love lost, a brutal lesson learned...
posted by SLUMP FACADE at 2:16:00 PM
All I'll say is that this piece touches me...in a way that I'm almost ashamed to admit. I must say though, I am increasingly impressed at your ability to see things through the eyes of anyone: male/female, Black/White, drug addict/forlorned lover, etc. Nice work B!
i agree with fallen angel....your ability to put yourself in anothers shoes....
this does hurt my heart some, the familiarity i s'pose. to affect....to pull out of each other our emotion and deep issues...isn't that the writer/ poets job?
it is amazing how you see thru other's eye not your own. very impressed.
hits home strong as well.