Love & other Poisons

On the floor, my knees begin to bleed From kneeling washing your clothes clean The stains that are left on your shirts Can’t compare with the pain I’m trying to avert    You thought I didn’t know, as I sit here washing your shirts The lipstick and stale smell of pussy on these shirts, make me wonder about the dirt The dirt we swept under the rug for our piece of happy The dirt that makes me snappy and make you wonder what did I do to deserve a woman like you One who snaps at a whim to your asinine question, “What’s for dinner?” A woman who cooks and cleans and works and is continuously pruning her bush for you Being the entertainer that I am, I host your stupid friends for football matches, putting on a good face and cheering on your winners and then you asked me "what's for dinner?" No, you don’t deserve someone like me. On the floor, my knees begin to bleed. From kneeling washing your clothes clean The stains that...

I feel sorry for the ones who love me after you. For the t hings that have left me void Hearts that break and love that can’t sustain souls. Those men who love me after you, this is my ode to you I know that at one time I was capable of finding good in your type but the trust was eroded. I started to question your intentions, even when you said I was beautiful, I would look at you as if a compliment was a dagger. If felt strange to show any mercy or grace. I thought to myself. Who am I? GOD? The superwoman in me kept me callous. I couldn’t blame her, it was her job to protect me. It was her burden to hide my bubbling personality from those she deemed unworthy. Her selection criterion was tough. Even Romeo with his promises to love me forever, was rejected by superwoman. For the ones who love me after you, I am trying to build myself brand new. The loss I have experienced feels more like a death, black holes of nothingness. Relationships moving in and ou...