I am not about being the oppressor, being the one to call your bluff
but what the fuck…
Do you know how many good women are sitting at home praying for a good man to walk through the door and be home
lay his hat on the coat rack, his briefcase at the door
How many women who put up with bullshit
just wishing he was the right kind
in his right mind
will stay the night this time
and you have one who has offered you everything to just make him your play thing
Okay men have played the game with hearts for centuries
it might even be coded into the chromosones before they are multiplied cells
for it seems that on average it is a commonality that men
treat hearts with brutality
Especially after they have played honestly once to just be played
Yet if I calculate the stories of true pain
I mean the kind that change the core of belief in love
then men seemed to be the most effected. Us ladies
must be tenacious
able to fogive and move to the next without the penalty of war crimes
holding us hostage
The male ability to logically repeat with the next
the same beginnings of the ex are simply
not as easy for them to comprehend
so why with the knowledge would use your womb
to gain access to not just love but security
taking our greatest possibility
to being living proof o miraclous beyond the high
beauty
why would you use his seed to feed your body
decorate your homes or to right his wrongs
for as you laid in the made bed
you lead his heart with his vulnerabilty
his need to connect emotionally already
without your legs opening you were in the zone of wrong
see his heart don’t beat so fiercely or as long
built with the belief that men provide and not complain
that while hurt is universal without name or claim
told to blink back leaks fom expressive eyes to square shoulders
the wars of emotional tyranny are told to be released. when hurt in this life, against the world… son you fight…
is that what your going to teach the son you just gambled
when you played, plotted and trapped his daddy with his physical pull to lay with you
penetrate you, copulate knowing after he pulled out he probably would walk out
All you had were thos sensually driven moments, those honest words he spoken a million days ago before you showed the holes in the script you you wrote with the intent to make him yours
when he implicitly said, no desire to wed, no desire for forever, just need this.
this hit that i will manipulate with lip to lips sweet touches some define as kiss
Now his child that he loves with whole cognitive not intent freely and completely
no desire to be so running like forrest unless toward this creation of two even if the half was you
the woman who he hurt then repented loved again but then
you played him, with the perparation of making his station in this life to also include father to soon
a baby wasn’t something he hadn’t projected to be added to his life, just not befoe he asked his heart desire to be his wife and he was hurt mostly because you knew about the blueprint he had designed for his accession to manhood
no what’s up hood, no banging gangs, no baby making for mama’s to define him
you said that baby was not in your current plans reciprocated his desire to just be a young man and you the woman to compliment him
You knew and you said you would never do that type of thing to a man
never use his youthful lust and his naive love to be the glove
that fit his fear just to keep him near
no babies frivolously made friday nights in his bed
you know what you said
I don’t mean to judge but I know him without the romance of sexing, texting cute hellos
I know him beyond what he protrays
what he sells for interest, understand the truth he didn’t onfide in you because he was afraid you yell dismiss instead showing him glossed lips to kiss
I know he said he loved you to, he did, and still hold love for you but what you did was wrong
now you are the predator no greater than he before you told him he would be a daddy
the only true risk in this game you play is that seed that fertilized that egg and lays present before the eyes.
Already it defies the ability to not believe in love
but jealousy is where the beauty dervived from
now barely surviving your truth
“Daddy isn’t dead, and no he does love you…it’s time I tell the truth”
Mommy told daddy that you… interject and inspect the truth
Before you bleed out your ability for complete selfishness
adolescence will need truth and daddy.
Don’t allow the bed you have made to be made for you child to
Teach him that while every descision won’t be his best
how fortifude is the most acclaimed of life heroic actions
to bravely go forward toward redemption
The Weapon, The Cure, The Reason 