I listened to a poem earlier today
How we are always battered and left
for another guy to take
because we went astray
But what about the generational curses that we were taught
that men aren’t shit, and they weren’t here to be fought
they’re supposed to rescue us because we’re the damsels in distress
but I wasn’t taught that, let me digress
I was taught that I’m supposed to be strong
I’m supposed to hold it down
because y’all never stay around
you’re never going to come back after you plant your seed
and then come back every once or twice
just to say, “ Yo that little man is me”
No, that little man is me
is what I’m teaching him
because you weren’t around
to show him how to be that him
I’m not here to badger no man
that’s not my intent
when I’m here to say
is I take responsibility about what I did
and left in my stent
Back in the day
I was that nigger
I had men cry and bicker.
who’s gonna be with me
That’s what they would say
because the lies that came out of their mouths
couldn’t stay,
No I didn’t pick you or you or you
because I had my time
I can pick and choose
so the ones that I picked
is the ones that I broke
So when they went to the next woman
a they took it out and they spoke
words of anger and words of hatred
yeah I put those words in there mouths
because I couldn’t take it
I did not believe that I could be the one
for them and make their apple bloom
on that tree because that one person
that one person that created that crack
in the mirror that I look at
that person that looks at me back
He didn’t see what he caused
or what transpired after that
one word that caused this fire
yeah
I was the person who broke him, him, and him
because the one that broke me
decided to go with that other tainted gem
I am not a saint, nor am I the devil
I am the one that became unraveled
I was a nice spool
a perfect one on the shelf
until somebody pulled that thread
and unraveled things that should have been dealt
I regret every tear that fell
when they wanted to stay
and I said go to hell
now I’m left with little man you see
because it’s a punishment
that was dealt to me
He is that blessing
that I won’t let be tainted
He is that Angel
should have been sainted
He was given to damaged soul
to keep pure and pristine
but my soul is tainted
and I’m trying to be that queen
I found somebody else
that I allowed to beat me down
because you know what
goes around comes around
Yeah
There are men out there
that use and abuse
I didn’t do it to everyone
I know who I did it to
and I apologize to you
you don’t have to take it
I understand that real well.
because as men are supposed to take responsibility
I’m a woman, and I can do it as well
yeah
No, no, no I was not that good
but there was that one person
that made me who I am
and here I stand
Marvelous piece of writing Fia. Powerful, unapologetic and demanding. This is a well thought out piece. Nice work.
Thank you so much Vision;))
Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend. Your voice was authentic, focused, and real.. A very moving piece. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
Thank you so much Damian;))
I imagine this was somewhat cathartic once you got it off your chest and out in the open .. You have a fine pen and a lovely voice by the way .. Neville 😎👍
Thank you and appreciate it Neville;))
Pow! Truth!
Thanks Jim;))
Wow. Powerful work.
Thank you,Thomas 😊
Fia, this is one of the best poems defining the realities of love gone wrong that I have read. Your introspection here is precisely articulate, emotionally honest to a tee, and powerful. This really spoke to me as a man. You really told it like it is with the sincerity of a genuine woman who has been through the wringer. Poetry that does more than engage the reader it made me think and feel deeply. And the spontaneity here is fabulous. Thank you so much for sharing this testament.
John
Thank you for saying that, John😊